He wakes up and pours a cup and soon begins to praynHoping once again that this could be the daynDay after daynnOut his door and down the street, he keeps a steady beatnRolling over in his mind the reprise he's conceivednDay after daynnHe broke up, it tore him up, he's turned another pagenCan he spring from all this pain, so far from yesterday?nHey, this could be the daynnGoing up another floor, rising over city streetsnHere comes the slow release, here comes the peacenHey, this will be the daynnLook at him, he's flying, no - he's dropping downnHear the ramblings of an untuned man about to hit the groundnHey, this is the day