Wasteside

I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow

But it's better than sleeping by the wayside of today

All the barber shops 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

And they'd, they'd get themselves a haircut

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

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 sleep

I was sleeping by the wayside of tomorrow

But it's better than sleeping by the wayside of today

All the barber shops and funeral homes were open

And the customers were coming, and the business was doing so, so great