Any Day Now

Up in the morning
Singing the blues
Inhaling coffee
Drowning in news
Running my lines
I'm playing the part again
Counting my stars
But taking my licks
Like my car does this weird thing
That no one can fix
But I'm holding on
Alone by a string
It's a boneheaded thing
But I just keep on thinking

It's all
Gonna make sense any day now
Wrong or right
It's bound to make sense any day now

I'm never uncertain
I'm never alone
But I feel discontent
And I think its my phone
So I turned it off
And drove through the country
There were
Crows on the phone lines
And pigs in the mud
Cows out to pasture just
Chomping the cud
A man watched me passing
With angry suspicious eyes
I don't know why but

It's all
Gonna make sense any day now
Wrong, or right—
It's bound to make sense any day now

Waiting Game
Waiting Game
Waiting Game
Waiting Game

I dreamt I was dying
It was something to do
Cut the vein
Felt the pain, bled
Red, white, and blue
The angel of mercy
Smiled like a summer wind
And I said, "How do you do it
Where do I start?"
She said, "Focus your eyesight
Squint really hard
Narrower
Narrower
Narrower
Close 'em up"
And that felt pretty good, man

It's all
Gonna make sense any day now
Wrong, or right—
It's gonna make sense any day now

Waiting Game
Waiting Game
Waiting Game
Waiting Game
Waiting Game



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Bulster
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