Your Day Will Come
Days pass by so quickly
When your brain goes south
You say that I look sickly
It's the foam around my mouth
Do I remember when it was springtime
Braiding daisies in my hair?
Now it's December...I stand on the freeway
In my soiled underwear
I don't care if you're beautiful and young
Your day will come
You sing in the rain and run with the sun
But your day will come
Your day will come
Yes, it's true
'Cos it's not your teeth that are decaying
It's you
There's a light burning so blinding
At the tollbooth up above
And it might be even more frightening
If I could remember who I was