just another day

the wind blows chilly, my shoes are all wet,
magical snowflakes around - so fresh and unkempt,
a broken heater, a few pictures for memory sake
one slippery walk, how much longer will the laundry take?
its pitch dark outside, only 3pm in the day,
another check-mark off the list, its just another day

the guitar stares de-tuned, cut my finger somehow,
im sorry i say, we'll have to settle with 'G' major for now,
i imagine Jon Lenon, with Paul Simon im homeward bound,
the left foot taps to the beat, the right- never stays on ground
its simple and pure, these strings make me sway,
perhaps a band-aid would help, its just another day

pangs of hunger, the stomach screams to be fed,
its - 8 degrees, and i'm even out of stale bread,
so here's an idea, i can sneak off an egg or two,
my roommate has many, he wouldn't mind losing a few
but the sun wont always shine, i have an hour to make hay,
sunk to a brand new low, its just another day

then i see her when i close my eyes,
the silhouette that deceives me,
i try to feel her, hear her, touch her beside me,
awake, asleep, even when i pray
wake up they all say, and why should i? i ask
this feels better, better than just any other day.