You'll see the sun, first thing.
You'll put on clothes that are perfectly fitting.
Something will stay away until the distant future;
for today, it's you and anything you can get your hands on.

It's that same boring canvas, but now a spilled paint masterpiece.
All the different shades fell in every right place,
and you can just see something.

Stare at it, keep your eyes set straight.
Soon you'll be counting up a difference
and you'll want to remember this:
one of the days you didn't bother keeping score.

It adds up to a certain amount,
and there's a time and place for counting these things.
So run away from it;
run for all you're worth.
We're only strays.