The Day Begins Like Another Day

I Hear A Sermon It Must Be Sunday

Words Are Echoing All Around

Coming Through The Fog

On My Elbows I Look Around

Nothing Here But The Sound

Of Breathing

All The Pillows Are In A Pile

And The Blanket Is Off

I Thought The Windows

Were Made Of Glass

I Thought The Patterns

Were On The Ceiling

I Thought The Pictures

Were Parallel

I Thought That I Knew It All

I Didn't Know I Was Stupid

I Didn't Think I Was Stupid

I Couldn't Tell I Was Stupid

I Didn't Know It At All

I Get A Call From A Good Friend

And Oh I'm Alive Again

She Says She's In For The Weekend

And Just Happened To Call

I Try Keeping Her On The Line

Saying Whatever Comes To Mind

She Says It Sounds Like You're Doing Fine

And Leaves Me Climbing The Wall