Not So Damn Bad

When you’re early you hide behind garbage cans
and the stench doesn’t capture the feeling of the city.
Your mind has dried up and you count everyone’s steps.
But it’s the not so damn bad, the not so damn bad.

A cop presides over the cars
and sounds and windblown voices
The barkeep don’t notice you’re filthy,
a morning beer and you don’t either
Cuz you really haven’t slept in days
watching the buildings rise and fall.
But it’s the not so damn bad, the not so damn bad.
But it’s the not so damn bad, the not so damn bad.

It’s the not so damn bad, the not so damn bad.
But it’s the not so damn bad, the not so damn bad.
But it’s the not so damn bad the not so damn bad.
Yeah, it’s the not so damn bad, the not so damn bad …