Looking out from the window
You see the day drift on by
Happy hour is a state of mind
One that you identify
Every day plans are laid ones that take you where they may
Understand that one man only brings up what he can
Losing time with the smoking
Some friends may sympathize
Kills the boredom when you're in between
What you thought you'd realized
Every day plans are laid ones that take you where they may
Understand that one man only brings up what he can
Building life on some paper
'Till the TV sucks you in
Things remain when things remain
Nothings happening