Sleepwalking Through My Life

Some days stand up

Fixed at attention

Some days race by too fast to mention

Those days I wonder if I'll ever get it right

Sleepwalking through my life

Sometimes I'm sure

Most times less certain

If anything's behind the curtain

Sometimes I wonder

If it matters what it's called

God or nothing else at all

Sometimes I'm clean

Sing like a sparrow

Some days I'm nasty and I'm narrow

And I get spiteful, I get ugly, I get mean

Can't get back on the beam

Mmm-hmm

Mmm-hmm

Some days the world's prim as a show dog

Sometimes it's filthy as a boss hog

And those days the phone feels like a 3,000 pound weight

Can't lift it to my face

Some days it's clear

So I can see it:

What to be and how to be it

But some days I wonder

And some days I doubt it

Today I'm hopeful I can knock it off tonight

This sleepwalking through my life