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Under foot, in the park, on a Sunday
Down in a rut making time until Monday's here
And a Friday comes but once a year
And I don't care about anything today.
Americana packaged tragedies
Disturb the vagrant so he never sleeps
(and never tells)
Down on 5th street, the firelight hotel
Burning lights on the curb
You can't ever tell just who you are
This invisible choir can't you see
it's following me all the time
I could waste some time with you.
Not unkind
Part of the scenery not part of the plan you see
Turn your head to avoid my best day
Tent city rises up from a downtown fog
and I don't care about anything today
Save your pennies for a rainy day - my everyday
and I...am not unkind.
