It's just a slow day
Moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter what you do

It's just a slow day
Moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter what you do

Everything just stays the same
The cats sleep it off, the dogs don't bark
Everything just stays the same
There's nothing even dying

It's just more waiting through a slow day
Moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter what you do

Its just a slow day
Moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter what you do

There's nothing even dying
It's just more waiting through a slow day
Moving into a slow night

Everything just stays the same
You don't even hear the [bad word] Everything just stays the same
The walls just stand there and the doors don't open

More waiting through a slow day
Moving into a slow night
Like tomorrow's never going [bad word] Its just a slow day
Moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter what you do

Just a slow day
Moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter what you do

Its just a slow day
Moving into a slow night
Like tomorrow's
Like tomorrow's never going [bad word] 
And when it does
When it does
It'll be the same [bad word]  [bad word] thing 

(an excerpt lifted from Charles Bukowski's poem "Wind the Clock")