He wakes up and pours a cup and soon begins to pray Hoping once again that this could be the day
Out his door and down the street, he keeps a steady beat Rolling over in his mind the reprise he's conceived
He broke up, it tore him up, he's turned another page Can he spring from all this pain, so far from yesterday? Hey, this could be the day
Going up another floor, rising over city streets Here comes the slow release, here comes the peace Hey, this will be the day
Look at him, he's flying, no - he's dropping down Hear the ramblings of an untuned man about to hit the ground