(Mark Erelli)

Everyday moves from a blessing to a curse
Pull out of the driveway slip it in reverse
Take a turn for the better, a turn for the worse
And you're stuck out on the interstate again

Sit at a desk and watch the clock
Time slows down and grinds to a stop
You wish it was a dream but you know it's not
And it's getting too hard to pretend

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But you do it everyday and you don't know why
Paint by numbers, pass away the time
There ain't no reason, ain't no rhyme
You do it everyday and you don't know why

She wakes up to an empty bed
Lies there alone with the thoughts in her head
All the words unspoken, words unsaid
She throws back the covers and walks downstairs

The coffee on the counter is black and cold