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 sleeeeee-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 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 Doing Great...