The Color Of Your Day

As the rain came down
Over the telephone wire and between the trees
I could hear the children
Laughing over the further seems forever love songs
Your day was today
But now the day will die
When laughter turns to sighs
With another bus trip
From hell to hell it seems for most
But we're forbidden to speak of it
By the ignorant young America
And their off-white perception of right
So let's think about this
I'm staying home today
To think about what we're missing
That will still be missed tomorrow.