On the days I am working hard things are going well at a steady maneuvre but other days something happens to me and I can't move a muscle like a bed bound boozer the lazy man has shown his face again and I feel sick at the thought of moving so what I need is the working man quick to help me carry on with what I'm doing everything seems pointless then everything will seem right it's my mind but i don't understand it why this thing keeps on happening overnight every day at six forty five the alarm clock rings I awake and through this another day has begun for me and already I know just what my mood is everything seems hazy and as I turn on the light there's a letter at the foot of my door reading don't you bother coming over tonight oh I'm in lumber the girl I promised to take to tea I lost her number I hope tomorrow's a better day for me every day is different some days it's going so right but as soon as i hit the pillow you can bet it's gonna change overnight On the days I am working hard things are going well at a steady maneuvre but other days something happens to me and I can't move a muscle like a bed bound boozer Oh how I wonder just how the sunshine can turn to rain but I'll ride this thunder and hope that better days will come again.