Lyrics

I woke up on a Thursday and I feel like I've been beat
Sometimes I feel the weight of every sheet

I opened up the morning paper, half way down the page
You stopped by and you asked me how I'm doing
Well, when I think about it

No one is shooting at me and
No one is dropping bombs on my head
And I'm not sleeping on the streets
Or behind bars
So I guess I'm doing fine

Your tired of your unexciting job
You said it always seems your friends are doing better
The traffic is jambed on 85 and no one here knows how to drive
You hate it when the neighbor leaves the light on
But if you think about it

No one is shooting at you and
No one is dropping bombs on your head
And your not sleeping on the streets
Or behind bars

You could try and sweep up the pieces of last night
Outside the sound and fury of your life
It's not much better on the other side

I woke up on a Thursday and I feel like I've been beat
Sometimes I feel the weight of every sheet

I opened up the morning paper, half way down the page
You stopped by and you asked me how I'm doing
Well, when I think about it

No one is shooting at me and
No one is dropping bombs on my head
And I'm not sleeping on the streets
Or behind bars
So I guess I'm doing fine - I'm doing fine