He wakes up and pours a cup and soon begins to pray
Hoping once again that this could be the day
Day after day

Out his door and down the street, he keeps a steady beat
Rolling over in his mind the reprise he's conceived
Day after day

He broke up, it tore him up, he's turned another page
Can he spring from all this pain, so far from yesterday?
Hey, this could be the day

Going up another floor, rising over city streets
Here comes the slow release, here comes the peace
Hey, this will be the day

Look at him, he's flying, no - he's dropping down
Hear the ramblings of an untuned man about to hit the ground
Hey, this is the day