Wasteside

[Verse] I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow But it's better than sleeping by the wayside of today All the barbershops and funeral homes were open And the customers were coming and the business was doing great I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow Dreaming dreams and drooling on my bed All the people in my town would be born Then they'd get themselves a hair cut And then promptly after, they'd be dead I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow When a drunk girl awoke me on the train But I did not hear her mumbling and I did not hear her stumbling As I dubbed myself a passenger And kindly stepped away [Bridge] I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow, of tomorrow I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wayside I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow I was sleeping, ladies and gentlemen I was slee-ah [Outro] I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow But it's better than sleeping by the wayside of today All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open And the customers were coming and the business was doing, so, so great