Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
 Hits me straight in the eye
 Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
 Oh, that's right, I forgot it was me
 I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning
 The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom
 The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping
 But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
 Telephone's ringing but I don't answer it
 'Cause everybody knows that
 Good news always sleeps 'til noon
 Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
 And maybe I'll add a little TV too
 No milk, oh God, how I hate that
 Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
 She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen, how'd you get it?"
 She said, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"
 Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
 Then I remember, so I reach for something to smoke
 And anyways, I'd rather listen to Coltrane
 Than go through all that shit again
 Something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
 Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
 Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
 And this spell won't be broken
 By the sound of keys scraping in the lock
 Maybe tonight, it's a movie with plenty of room
 For elbows and knees, a bag of popcorn all to myself
 Black and white with a strong female lead
 And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
 Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
 How strange these streets feel when you're alone on them
 Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
 So I'll lower my hair, make a beeline for home seething inside
 Funny, I'd never noticed
 The sound the street cars make as they pass my window
 Which reminds me
 That I forgot to close the blind again
 Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
 Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
 But there are some things that can never be forgiven
 And I just gotta tell you
 That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed