Lyrics:

THE SIX O'CLOCK ALARM GOES OFF
HE GOES OUTSIDE AND GETS THE MORNING PAPER
THEN GRABS A LEGAL PAD SO HE CAN
MAKES A LIST OF THINGS TO GET TO LATER
HE'LL WATCH A LITTLE TV
FIX SOME SCRAMBLED EGGS AND TOAST
THEN TRY TO FIND HIS WALLET
IN A PILE OF DIRTY CLOTHES

IT'S HIS DAY TO DAY ROUTINE AND IT NEVER CHANGES
IT'S ALWAYS MORE OR LESS THE SAME OLD THING
HE ALWAYS KNOW EXACTLY WHERE TO START
CAUSE MISSING HER'S THE MOST CONSISTENT PART
OF HIS DAY TO DAY ROUTINE

HE GETS IN TO WORK ON TIME
STARES OUT OF THE WINDOW AND REMEMBERS
MAKES A PHONE CALL, SENDS AN EMAIL
AND LOOKS DOWN AT THE RING THAT'S ON HIS FINGER
AT QUITTIN' TIME HE HATES IT
CAUSE IT MAKES HIM FEEL ALONE
THERE'LL BE NOTHING BUT HER MEMORY
WAITING THERE WHEN HE GETS HOME

REPEAT

THE WORLD JUST SEEMS SO EMPTY WITH HER GONE
THE ONLY THING THAT HE CAN FOCUS ON, IS

REPEAT