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, God, how I hate that

Guess I'll go to the corner
Get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning
"Jen, how'd ya get it?"

She said, "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

And 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 this 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 which I'd forgotten

How strange these streets feel
Now, 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'd never noticed
The sound the streetcars make
As they pass my window which reminds me
That I forgot to close the blind again

Yeah, sure I'll admit there
Are times when I miss you, especially like now
When I need someone to hold me
But there are some things

That can never be forgiven
And I just gotta tell you
That I kinda like this
Extra few feet in my bed