The day begins like another day   I hear a sermon it must be sunday   Words are echoing all around   Coming through the fog      On my elbows I look around   Nothing here but the sound   Of breathing   All the pillows are in a pile   And the blanket is off   I thought the windows   Were made of glass   I thought the patterns   Were on the ceiling   I thought the pictures   Were parallel   I thought that I knew it all      I didn't know I was stupid   I didn't think I was stupid   I couldn't tell I was stupid   I didn't know it at all      I get a call from a good friend   And oh I'm alive again   She says she's in for the weekend   And just happened to call   I try keeping her on the line   Saying whatever comes to mind   She says it sounds like you're doing fine   And leaves me climbing the wall