Well, I've been stuck with a day that's gray and lonely. I tried just sticking out my chin, in an attempt to grin and say…
The sun better come up, tomorrow.
Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow, there'll be sun. Because, little orphan Annie, just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow ‘til there's none.
Sucked in the kind of way that you realize your computer has gone and destroyed the files that you have been putting in overtime to finish so you have to rush and recreate everything all over again in about an eighth of the time … only to come home with precisely enough quarters to do your load of laundry and you use those quarters but forget to press the “on” button on the dryer, which means you have to consequently tear apart your apartment looking for spare quarters so that you don’t have to sleep on clean wet sheets.