Coming Back to Life

Coming Back to Life My downstairs neighbor stumblin' towards his refrigerator door I can hear his stomach rumblin' through his ceilin', through my floor Sounds just like a two-by-four he's cuttin' with a steak knife It's a noisy, messy business, this comin' back to life And I'm sittin' in my kitchen, hopin' for something new It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life Big crow by my windows got breakfast in his beak An old man once told me, he could teach a crow to speak He spends his hours on the park bench now since he lost his wife Feeding saltines to the pigeons, he keeps comin' back to life I'm sittin' in my pajamas, hopin' for something new It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life When I had to kick the habit of walkin' in my sleep I kept a picture in my head that kept me light upon my feet The reaper right behind me, twirlin' his scythe Cursin' this old world that keeps comin' back to life And I'm sittin' in my kitchen, hopin' for something new It's just myself I'm kiddin', most anything would do I blow imaginary smoke rings with my imaginary pipe Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life Keep my mind on the sweet thing, keep comin' back to life