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