I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today All the barbershops and funeral homes were open, oh And the customers were coming And the business was doing great I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow Dreaming dreams and drooling on my bed All the people in my town would be born And they'd, and they'd get themselves a hair cut And then promptly after they'd be dead I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow When a drunk girl awoke me on the train But I did not hear her mumbling And I did not hear her stumbling As I dubbed myself a passenger And kindly stepped away I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow, of tomorrow I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wasteside I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow I was sleeping, ladies and gentlemen I was sleee-eeeahhhh I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today All the barbershops and funeral homes were open And the customers were coming And the business was doing so, so great