Another day pa**es while the moon inches across the sky And the sky in question is casting shadows on the rush hour crowd Jackhammers plunge into the sidewalk And english is spoken here Snow flurries land on my eyelashes And a baby is being delivered in the delivery room The doctor's wife is having an affair (in her mind) December is half over and june will be here before we know it Last night she pa**ed away in her sleep He breathed a welcome sigh of relief They tried to comfort him in his grief (she clutched her heart and cried in defeat) I'm standing down below on the street And another day pa**es The silent treatment in the warehouse district Was given out free to the weak and the sick Grandpa pa**ed beneath the open casket He had nothing worth saying he was sick of it The turnpike was packed with tourists and unwed mothers Who wanted their sons and daughters to be something that mattered