Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning   Hits me straight in the eye, guess you forgot to close the blind last night   Oh, that's right. I forgot. It was me.   I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning   The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom   The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping   But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed      Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it   'Cause everybody knows, good news always sleeps till noon   Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again   Maybe I'll add a little TV too   No milk! Oh God how I hate that   Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny   She's got a black eye this morning, Jenny how'd ya get it   She says, Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand      Lunchtime, I start to dial your number   Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke   Anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane   Than go through all that shit again   There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing   Just listening to records and watching the sun falling   Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something   And the spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock      Maybe tonight it's a movie   Plenty of room for elbows and knees   A bag of popcorn all to myself   Black and white with a strong female lead   And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave   Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten   How strange these streets feel when you're alone on them   Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion   So I lower my head, make a beeline for home   Seething inside      Funny, I've never noticed   The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window   Which reminds me, I forgot to close the blind again   Yeah sure I'll admit there are times that I miss you   'Specially like now when I need someone to hold me   But there are some things that can never be forgiven   And I kind of like this extra few feet in my bed