My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Slim I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'

I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got em

There probably was a problem at the post office or something

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot' em