How late in the day
Am I good to get away with making
One more cup of coffee
And a hundred more mistakes or so?

I'll meet you in the kitchen
And then we could laugh at terrible
Things are always happening
And my dumb ol' body wants to hold you

My dumb heart is
Overflowing with all that you need
And my mouth jumps out when I'm lonely, baby
But my daydreams
Put the temperature low and then it gets you confused
And I wish we were at Rossi's

And it's a painful day
And it's a painful day
And it's a painful day
When you have too much to say!