A Day in the Life of Jeff


I drove right past Plymouth Rock.
I thought "this is where it all began,
like Gilligan's Island, a little bit."
Now look, a highway with a sign --a situation tragi-com

The rain came down like a herd of horses on the the roof of my car,
 and I sat in there and watched the waves flow down my windshield.

I know I have to get out and go to work.


I sit at my desk and hide in shoes
I'm busy, busy, busy, bored and waiting as I'm working
and it's raining, and it's draining and I wish very much that I was home.

And I close my eyes when noone is looking and I imagine my room
in the middle of the day, 
how I've never seen it except on Saturdays and Sundays.


Then my day is done and I walk back to my car and
its dark and the rain pelts my face so I have to look
down or close my eyes, either way there's nothing to see.
And the bus drives by and I guess I'm lucky cause it didn't
splash me, and I have a car.

And we can't do anything to stop the rain.

And we still have to go to work.