Some days stand up Fixed at attention Some days race by too fast to mention Those days I wonder if I'll ever get it right Sleepwalking through my life Sometimes I'm sure Most times less certain If anything's behind the curtain Sometimes I wonder If it matters what it's called God or nothing else at all Sometimes I'm clean Sing like a sparrow Some days I'm nasty and I'm narrow And I get spiteful, I get ugly, I get mean Can't get back on the beam Mmm-hmm Mmm-hmm Some days the world's prim as a show dog Sometimes it's filthy as a boss hog And those days the phone feels like a 3, 000 pound weight Can't lift it to my face Some days it's clear So I can see it: What to be and how to be it But some days I wonder And some days I doubt it Today I'm hopeful I can knock it off tonight This sleepwalking through my life