Some days stand up, fixed at attention
Some days race by too fast to mention
Those days I wonder if I'll ever get it right
Sleepwalking through my life
Sometimes I'm sure, most times less certain
If anything's behind the curtain
Sometimes I wonder if it matters what it's called
God or nothing else at all
Sometimes I'm clean, sing like a sparrow
Some days I'm nasty and I'm narrow
And I get spiteful, I get ugly, I get mean
Can't get back on the beam
Some days the world's, prim as a show dog
Sometimes it's filthy as a boss hog
And those days the phone feels like a 3,000 pound weight
Can't lift it to my face
Some days it's clear, so I can see it
What to be and how to be it
Some days I wonder, some days I doubt it
Today I'm hopeful that I'll knock it off tonight
This sleepwalking through my life