i awoke to find
the toaster on
my bread all burned
my cereal stale and
my thoughts in a bind

to you i turned
i find i fail

Steely Dan humming on a stereo
somewhere, while we
lean back in our comfy chairs and
ponder, ever-cautiously

Three minds a-wander, way down field
without a place to run to while we
make a day less dreary while we
lean back, ever-ponderously

They said tonight was pouring rain
They said tomorrow, sunshine
I hear Wet on the windowpane
We hope the news was right this time