Under foot, in the park, on a Sunday Down in a rut making time until Monday's here And a Friday comes but once a year And I don't care about anything today. Americana packaged tragedies Disturb the vagrant so he never sleeps (and never tells) Down on 5th street, the firelight hotel Burning lights on the curb You can't ever tell just who you are This invisible choir can't you see it's following me all the time I could waste some time with you. Not unkind Part of the scenery not part of the plan you see Turn your head to avoid my best day Tent city rises up from a downtown fog and I don't care about anything today Save your pennies for a rainy day - my everyday and I...am not unkind.