What a day, what a day
I'm wrecked, I'm wrecked
Waiter, bring me the wine
'Cause I don't feel like stayin' with these people
And I even feel a bit worked up
By these people who ask me for a photo
I'd like to talk to them about themselves
I'm going crazy chasing too many demands
For the friends I left in the parking lot
I almost feel guilty
For having had this dirty success
A friend onstage who kills you off it
I'm no good at making up speeches
The tones, even the timing
I speak low, you wouldn't even hear me
At these dinners with guys in ties
I talk with gestures, I don't know their language
For that guy who doesn't have a name anymore
He's on the street, begging for a heart
For that father who shuts his eyes tight
In front of his son to guard his dreams
For these cats waiting awake
For an engine to keep themselves warm
For the memories that break my sleep
And in bed make me spin like a madman