Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday Opus, artist - Charlie Parr. Date of issue: 29.07.2021
Song language: English
Everyday Opus |
| The streets in this part of town are all made out of dirt |
| And there aren’t any streetlights for when I get up to go to work |
| The road grader comes once in awhile to fill in all the holes |
| And leave a ridge of gravel to trip me as I go |
| There aren’t any sidewalks here, just ditches into yards |
| And folks get kind of upset when you’re walking through their lawn |
| So I keep it on the roadway and try to move along |
| If they see me when they’re driving they’ll always blow their horn |
| All up and down this street these houses all look the same |
| In the greying of the twilight I can’t recall a single name |
| Of any of my neighbors or the faces of their kids |
| Only the kinds of cars they drive and if their dogs are tied |
| Walking in these shoes isn’t as easy as you’d like |
| Dodging all the bricks that are breaking all my lights |
| We all have to struggle and hold it as our truth |
| It’s about as special for me as it is for you |
| Now I’m on the highway overpass waiting for the bus |
| To take me to my job in a downtown office cleaning up |
| The scraps of paper nonsense that the office workers throw |
| Into waste bins full of chewed gum and empty cans of Faygo |
| But I don’t know who they are or even how they look |
| I only know the jokes they have pinned up in their nook |
| This one likes football, that one has a pup |
| Here’s one who’s real messy and never picks it up |
| I clean it up before they arrive and head out to my bus |
| Or maybe i’ll stay downtown and get a little lunch |
| At the diner near my job if I have some extra cash |
| Or maybe I’m too tired today so I’ll go home to crash |
| Walking in these shoes isn’t as easy as you’d like |
| Dodging all the bricks that are breaking all my lights |
| We all have to struggle and hold it as our truth |
| It’s about as special for me as it is for you |
| I keep all the doors shut to the other rooms in my house |
| That I don’t want to heat and no one lives here now |
| But me and I don’t take up very much space |
| Just the front room with my bed and the kitchen and the bath |
| I’ll make a little supper and watch a little TV |
| I usually feel too restless to find a book and read |
| So I eat too many chips and drink too many beers |
| And the evening drains away and I fall asleep in my chair |
| Sometime on a weekend I think I’ll visit a friend |
| And remember all our old times and see how they have been |
| But it feels like a lot of effort to explain myself again |
| So I’ll just wait and see if they’ll visit me instead |
| Walking in these shoes isn’t as easy as you’d like |
| Dodging all the bricks that are breaking all my lights |
| We all have to struggle and hold it as our truth |
| It’s about as special for me as it is for you |
| I woke up the next morning before my alarm could go off |
| I was fuzzy from the beer and too tired to get up |
| I tried calling in to my boss but she wouldn’t answer her phone |
| I can’t afford to lose this job so I put some coffee on |
| I pulled on the same clothes i had on the night before |
| No one ever saw me anyway it never mattered what I wore |
| So I locked the door behind me and I started on my walk |
| Along my gravel street and downtown to my work |