some days stand up fixed at attention some days race by too fast to mention those days i wonder if i ll ever get it right sleepwalking through my life sometimes i m sure most times less certain if anything s behind the curtain sometimes i wonder if it matters what it s called god or nothing else at all sometimes i m clean sing like a sparrow some days i m nasty and i m narrow and i get spiteful i get ugly i get mean can t get back on the beam mmm hmm mmm hmm some days the world s prim as a show dog sometimes it s filthy as a boss hog and those days the phone feels like a 3 000 pound weight can t lift it to my face some days it s clear so i can see it what to be and how to be it but some days i wonder and some days i doubt it today i m hopeful i can knock it off tonight this sleepwalking through my life