Days All the Same - Let's Go Bowling

In leaving, he took a look out

Wet streets, now he’s down the stairwell

The path on which he’s travelled so much

Familiarity’s within his clutch

The breeze cuts into his raincoat

Sidewalk moves below his feet slow

Keeps walking in a private haze

Faces pass, never break his gaze

He ambles with a fanciful thought

An outing of cackles enticed by a single thought

He enters the usual café

Drinks a cup and is on his way

But he’s not headed for a lively space

He’s well content with his own place

What others see as a horrible shame

The fact that his days are all the same

Somewhere people own a habit

But deny any proof they have it

Somewhere he’ll sit parading his thoughts

Past a crowd of clowns waving like robots

His world in order and locked from inside

The pull-tab key is safe in his pocket

But he’s not headed for a lively place

He’s well content with his own space

What others see as a terrible shame

The fact that his days are all the same

He ambles with a fanciful thought

And familiarity is all he’s got

In leaving, he took a look out

Wet streets, now he’s down the stairwell

The path on which he’s travelled so much

Familiarity’s within his clutch

But he’s not headed for a lively space

He’s well content with his own place

What others see as a horrible shame

His mind’s made up in any case

What others see as a terrible shame

He’s well content with his own place

What others see as a horrible shame

The fact is he’ll never change