Did you ever have one of those days   This is a day like any other day   You are free to wake up and shave   Soapy hands fumbling on porcelain   Hot, good coffee and a good, good book   Bicycle, bicycle, breathing easier now   Tear the roof off your day   No one's coming over   It ain't written    So don't try to read it   Smell the hot rain on the street   Could be love, could be alcohol   Cup my hands around your face   A little frame, alot of pain   I can tell the tears from the rain   One tastes sweet, the other plain   And who am I to think I could hang Such a precious life on a clever line   You're in all the books I read   A hundred pages out of reach   And so I throw myself, hit the street   It'll take some time    To learn the lesson of the fall    And begin another climb