Another Day In Paradise

In my search for an apartment, I’ve driven through some very sad parts of town. Boarded-up businesses. Pay day loan sharks. The homeless. This is the music I’ve been listening to:

“Another Day In Paradise” by Phil Collins

She calls out to the man on the street
“Sir, can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?”

He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, it’s just another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it’s just another day for you,
You and me in paradise

Just think about it

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she’s been crying
She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can’t walk but she’s trying

Oh think twice…

Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell by the lines on her face
You can see that she’s been there
Probably been moved on from every place
‘Cos she didn’t fit in there

Oh think twice…

4 thoughts on “Another Day In Paradise

  1. I was going to say, “hey, your room here is still open” and then I had a scooby doo fade-in vision of what that would look like. I see us surrounded by mountains of chocolate, with the SWAT team outside preparing to take us out, because apparently we’ve managed to hoard every single last bit of chocolate on the planet and Hershey is PISSED.

    So, to risk ruining the mood, have you found any potentials?

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