Praise the light of day
Praise the sunlight
Curse this pissy weather and this miserable pox of a rain.
It's a ball and chain for the soul
In a doorway on the corner where finally
Something comes my way
Only sometimes
They said they sent a letter but it must've been lost in the mail.
Curse these skies of grey
This wretched skyline
Curse this dirty needle that slows me to the pace of a snail.
It's a ball and chain for the soul
In a doorway on the corner where everything's grey.
It's a ball and chain for the soul
In a doorway on the corner
We're safe from the rain