PERFECT DAY

The way the pain flows through my head,
the way I can´t get up of bed,
the way the muscles of my eyes contract the blue into grey skies,
the way my legs feel sick and lame,
the way my arms do feel the same,
the way the clock rings means "OK, it´s gonna be a perfect day!"

The way I finally get up,
the way I spoil the coffee-cup,
the way I know it´s my own fault, `cause I missed sugar and took salt,
the way I try to clean my teeth,
while I am searching for my keys,
the way I´m driving with my car, these are the days one can get far!

The way the hours seem to stay,
but somehow time´s ticking away,
and when I come back home again I find my girl with a new man,
and with a bang I close the door,
well, I´m not sleepy anymore,
with iron feet I start the car, but then I crash into a bar.

Some people run away in fear,
but I just smile and drink their beer,
and while I´m searching for my teeth I hear someone call the police.
Some catholic man´s speaking of sin,
and then policemen hurry in.
When they imprison me I say, "This is for sure a perfect day!"

All you see is smiling faces.
Songs of birds are in the air.
Flowers spread at any places.
Happy people everywhere.

© Christian Grill, 1998 (AKM)