Wasteside

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow

But its better than sleeping by the wasteside of today

All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open

And the customers were coming and the business was doing great

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow

Just dreaming dreams and drooling on my bed

All the people in my town would be born

Then they'd get themselves a little hair cut

And then promptly after they'd be dead

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow

When a drunk girl awoke me on the train

But I did not see her stumbling and I did not hear her mumbling

As I dubbed myself a passenger

And kindly stepped away

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow I was sleeping

I was sleeping I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow of tomorrow

Ladies and gentlemen

I was just slee-ah

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow

But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today

All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open

And the customers were coming and the business

Was

Doing

Great