He wakes up and pours a cup and soon begins to pray   Hoping once again that this could be the day   Day after day      Out his door and down the street, he keeps a steady beat   Rolling over in his mind the reprise he's conceived   Day after day      He broke up, it tore him up, he's turned another page   Can he spring from all this pain, so far from yesterday?   Hey, this could be the day      Going up another floor, rising over city streets   Here comes the slow release, here comes the peace   Hey, this will be the day      Look at him, he's flying, no - he's dropping down   Hear the ramblings of an untuned man about to hit the ground   Hey, this is the day