These are the days alone with the dog The world just don't need you These are the words I convince myself That I'm right, that I'm of use This is the work that I'd love to have But then I'm in no shape to choose This is the phone that I watch all day Always still as a trophied moose Climb out of bed at ten Go through the ads and chew through another pen Everyone I meet has a previous appointment Everything I need is a potential disappointment Every day I try to hold on another day Everyone, everything, and every day We used to dream of the astronauts Bouncing off a glowing moon Now we don't want to talk about it Or be defined by what we do Before you leave that job Go steal some pens and take a sh** on the clock