The milk truck hauls the sun up. And the paper hits the door. The subway shakes my floor. And I think about you. . Time to face the dawning gray. Of another lonely day.
[Cool 'B']. Now first of all I know my story sound wild. But guess what I swear to god I was a mama's child. You see my mama left me back in 79'. I knew it was gods will so I'm done cryin.