I guess I saw it in my TV show
With the look of the sun on the cityscape
I caught the subway home with a bellyache
When you look in the face of my friends
When I try to talk with a cloudy head
I keep fucking it up, and it's tough
Or maybe it's just that I'm outta luck
I had to put the body to rest (yep)
I guess I saw it in my fevered sleep
And I come to wake up with the morning breeze