Lyrics:

Hi, How are you?

Every morning he got up dreading each moment he had to be awake
Hed look at the floor and scribble on gum wrappers
He never found a better way to joke around
The clock would tick and time was slow

There wasnt anywhere that he wouldnt go
To avoid having to see anyone
Hed sit in a chair and lean against the wall
He just didnt seem to matter much at all

But late at night, he had a savior
In his sleep, in his dreams
She came to him and she said
'Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you'

And every word that everyone would say
Got mumbled up in his head
Like mumblejumble and everywhere he went
It seemed everyone was saying to him
'Blah Blah Blah'

But late at night, he had a mistress
In his dreams, in his sleep
And she would say
'Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you'

This story, though not well told
Is not that old
Its not that funny, its not that great
But I know it to be true

Because late at night, I have an angel
In my dreams, in my sleep
And as she runs her fingers through my hair
As I lay on her lap and she says
'Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you'