The day everything became nothing, I was standing underneath a
streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette I can't recall anything
unusual about it If there was something in the air, if the skies had
clouded over, I wasn't aware, I was too bored to care No thunder
roared No lightning cracked No missiles rained from the sky This
was no sneak attack There was just suddenly this awful lack Things
had changed, that's for sure
The day everything became nothing, you couldn't put your finger on
what had gone wrong The alleys were still dirty; the garbage still
smelled; there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of grief--in
people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of horror and total surprise
This was no apocalypse No one heard a voice from the sky, there were
no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one even asked why
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died So let it die!
I can't recall much of what happened next I was on my way to visit
this woman I knew All we had in common was good sex, and now I
couldn't even remember her address A group of us, just strangers,
got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem We
talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional
responsibility I couldn't remember my name, so I called myself Bo
It's weird being a Bob, but I'll get used to it I have to