I always struggle to enjoy the good days. I can’t help wondering about tomorrow. Will it be good, too, or will whatever messes with my head make tomorrow bad? It’s a terrible feeling. But that’s how it is. How I will feel tomorrow is a mystery beyond my control. And sometimes, worrying about it ruins the good days.

Please don’t tell me it is in my control. I’m sure it is for some people. But my brain doesn’t work the way other peoples’ brains work. I can tell myself… convince myself that it will be a good day, but in the end, it’s random. I never know how a day will turn out.

Today was a good day. Tomorrow? Who knows.

What does all of this have to do with the ‘song of the day’?

I have no idea. Probably nothing… I’m just rambling…

I heard this song today. It’s 22 years old. I haven’t heard it for a long time… but I still know all the words. I guess my cluttered brain isn’t ready to let go of some things, no matter how unnecessary they may be.

She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars

She’s not at work, she’s not at school, she’s not in bed, I think I finally broke her
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs

I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars

I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens

I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars

I thought you’d be there holding daisies, you always wait for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars

Obviously I am not the owner of any rights to this song, video, or lyrics… just everything else… which isn’t much… ©2017 what sandra thinks