Wake up and smell the coffie
Get out and catch the train

Feel free to read to paper
while you’re waiting in the rain

Go on and watch the traffic
from a window on 4th floor

Could this be heaven?
It’s not raining anymore

Blue eyes hide inside you
Green fields is all they see

Get home, supper’s ready
If you don’t want it let it be

Talk bout things that doesn’t matter
Or relax and watch tv

Somewhere from within you
an angel tries to break out free.

But you choke it with a six-pack
and carry on reluctantly