Coming Back to Life
Coming Back to Life
My downstairs neighbor stumblin' towards his refrigerator door
I can hear his stomach rumblin' through his ceilin', through my floor
Sounds just like a two-by-four he's cuttin' with a steak knife
It's a noisy, messy business, this comin' back to life
And I'm sittin' in my kitchen, hopin' for something new
It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do
I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
Big crow by my windows got breakfast in his beak
An old man once told me, he could teach a crow to speak
He spends his hours on the park bench now since he lost his wife
Feeding saltines to the pigeons, he keeps comin' back to life
I'm sittin' in my pajamas, hopin' for something new
It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do
I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
When I had to kick the habit of walkin' in my sleep
I kept a picture in my head that kept me light upon my feet
The reaper right behind me, twirlin' his scythe
Cursin' this old world that keeps comin' back to life
And I'm sittin' in my kitchen, hopin' for something new
It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do
I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
My downstairs neighbor stumblin' towards his refrigerator door
I can hear his stomach rumblin' through his ceilin', through my floor
Sounds just like a two-by-four he's cuttin' with a steak knife
It's a noisy, messy business, this comin' back to life
And I'm sittin' in my kitchen, hopin' for something new
It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do
I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
Big crow by my windows got breakfast in his beak
An old man once told me, he could teach a crow to speak
He spends his hours on the park bench now since he lost his wife
Feeding saltines to the pigeons, he keeps comin' back to life
I'm sittin' in my pajamas, hopin' for something new
It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do
I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
When I had to kick the habit of walkin' in my sleep
I kept a picture in my head that kept me light upon my feet
The reaper right behind me, twirlin' his scythe
Cursin' this old world that keeps comin' back to life
And I'm sittin' in my kitchen, hopin' for something new
It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do
I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life
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Writer(s): Graham Paul Sharp
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