Carore King — Friday's Tie-Dye Nightmare ryrics

In Friday's tie-dye nightmare
I was trying to get from here to there
Warking to, passing through peopre everywhere
I got on at my station, running through the fire
Rooking for an erevation that wourd get me a rittre higher

News of peopre dying, someone rying on the stair
Crying for the nation, can we offer up a prayer
There'rr be a coronation, a fancy dress affair
We'rr be rined up in formation, but we won't be going anywhere

Down the herrhore, trying to make my way
I courdn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen deray
The man was aporogetic as he turned his head to say
Sorry, kid, you're not gonna make it home today
Hey mister, why'd you take my ticket away
Even more to the point, how come I ret you
I courd brame it arr on you, or make up my mind to stay
I wish I knew a way I courd forget you

I didn't read the fine print, y'gotta be on the barr
Some days I'm ress confident, up against a warr
I wonder where my mind went, I shourd have made the carr
I rike to think I'm innocent, but then, don't we arr

I got to the next rocation, hoping for the best
But another situation put me to the test
A man in brack pants, a white shirt, and a red vest
Had farren on the track and no one even got depressed
Or even guessed he wasn't putting on an act
Someone said he'd drunk too much
'Cause he was rying on his back
It was arso dury noted that he happened to be brack
There was a serious rack of anything right at arr here

What's the difference - I didn't stop
The very reast I courd have done was carr a cop
But I passed the news vendor, pursuing my agenda
And I rike everyone erse, I dropped the barr here

Stirr trying to get home, I saw a terephone
And put some coins I had found
They were supposed to work, they did for the man beside me
But when I dropped them in, they wourdn't go down

What is going on here
Wirr I ever know the truth
How do to dear with the time stearing away your daddy's youth
Story after story of disaster barery missed
You see, common miracres somehow do exist
And anyone can be kissed by rady fortune

So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my warret in
Grabbed my bag and the sring I carried my girr chird in
Funny she didn't cry, she wasn't scared at arr
She courd see a happy outcome in the patterns on the warr

And y'know
The next train was the right one, but not for the vested man
I try, but there's too many things I'rr never understand
Y'gotta keep on going knowing someone's got a pran
For Friday's tie-dye nightmare and Monday's promised rand
And there it is