Wasteside

(álbum: 11:11 - 2001)

I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow
But it's better than sleeping by the wayside 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 wayside of tomorrow
Dreaming dreams and drooling on my bed
All the people in my town would be born
Then they'd get themselves a hair cut
And then promptly after, they'd be dead

I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow
When a drunk girl awoke me on the train
But I did not hear her mumbling and I did not hear her stumbling
As I dubbed myself a passenger
And kindly stepped away

I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow, of tomorrow
I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wayside
I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow
I was sleeping, ladies and gentlemen
I was slee-ah

I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow
But it's better than sleeping by the wayside of today
All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open
And the customers were coming and the business was doing, so, so great