Lyrics

Woke up this morning, I was still nobody with a style I couldn't afford
with two left feet and a mohair suit and my brain tossed over board
left the hole in allston, though I tried to fit, couldn't get my shit together
I was sick of rainy days, and a job that didn't pay, and in line for sunny weather

But its alright, pay no attention to your head
its alright, take the day and stay in bed,
its alright, helps you go the miracle mile,
its alright, have a cup of instant smile.

Stopped in a district court to see my P.O., that gigs gettin kind of stale
He said he didn't wanna see the book thrown at me, so he had Matty Ferrel post bail
on the way out, set off the detector, twenty cops with guns in my face
gotta do a better job of staying out of trouble, cuz the mans got his hand on the ace.

But its alright, pay no attention to your head
its alright, take the day and stay in bed,
its alright, helps you go the miracle mile,
its alright, have a cup of instant smile.