Some days I don't want to move with this shuffling town
Talk to people all around or hear those voices putting me down
Some days I don't want to hear that you love me most
Talk to the stranger's lost or move myself from this bedroom loft
Some days it's stranger than the life of a roving salesman
Odder than the man with the whistle wailing
Ancient as the fish in the deep sea sailing
And here I lie
In a large bed dreaming
Where only stars can see me
With orange moons believing
In a large bed dreaming
Some days I don't want to ever leave you love alone
Walk without your hand in hold
Or leave for work when we could both be moaning
Some days I don't want to eat dinner at the corner stand
See TV until the fuzz comes around
Or tell you love is really dirty in the sand
Some days I don't want to give my life a second chance
Talk dirty to you in such sexy pants
Or take work serious when I'm in a trance
Some days I don't want to do all my dirty laundry
Face those bills piling up on me
Or read the news of another war coming