The day starts like the rest I've seen, another carbon copy of where I've already been. Days keep coming, one after one, and they keep coming. I don't know what I wish I had, but there's no time now for thinking things like that. I've got too much to do, too much to do. We've got too much to do, too much to do. Opening up, letting the day in. Pour you a cup and say hello. How you been looking around, seeing the same things? It's comforting how some things never change, never change, never change, do they? I wouldn't call this place a happy end, but I've been around the block and just came back again. Could be worse, so make it work, no place is perfect. Hey, I'm no good in the outside world because I feel too much and find it usually hurts. I like the way most of the days look exactly the same. Opening up, every day starts over a cup served with hello, how you been? Welcome it in, whatever the day brings, over the same things. Check the clock, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, serve with a smile, hurry up, fill the coffee cup, come in for a while, take a breath when you need to be reminded that with days like these, we can only do the best we can. Do it all again. It's the heartbeat, the center, the lifeline, you enter. It's the heartbeat, the center, the lifeline, you enter. Opening up, let the day in, pour you a cup and say hello, how you been? Looking around, seeing the same things, it's comforting how some things never change, never change, never change, they never change. Thank you.