Battered, bruised, weary and worn
I still remember the day that I was born
The sun was shining in a cloudless sky
Clouds soon came
Followed by the rain
I set out with an unusual name
You're born, you grow up, you live a bit, then you die
But today is not going to be a bad day
I can feel it in my bones
I can see light on the horizon
And I might just head on home
Maybe I'll stop the rot
Maybe I'll cut it away
Maybe at the end I'll say - not a bad day
Maybe I'll catch the ball
Maybe I'll kick it away
Maybe at the end I'll say - not a bad day
Today is not going to be a bad day
I can feel it in my bones
I can see light on the horizon
And I might just head on home
Maybe I'll stop the rot
Maybe I'll cut it away
Maybe at the end I'll say - not a bad day
Maybe I'll jut my chin
Put on a cheesy grin
Shrug my shoulders
And deflect what's coming in
Maybe I can take the heat
Turn around a losing streak
Maybe I can find my feet
Walk 'em up Lucky Street
Maybe it'll turn out right
Maybe it'll be O.K.
Maybe at the end I'll say -
Hey! Not a bad day
