The way he could blend with the crowd
Is what drew her to him
Mysterious anonymity made him stick out
And she ignored the rest of them
Did he work here in the city?
Was he here all alone?
He didn't have a family
So she took the number of his phone

An hour passes, a season goes by
The day-to-day can make her cry
No more fantasies; she won't even try
Just another tear and another sigh

He tried to give her the world
But he never had a wealthy bone in him
"It's the thought that counts," she smiled
When he won her hand with cubic zirconium
He never raised a hand to her
Never was a harsh word spoken
But the dented minivan and the leaky sink
Left the promise of mystery broken

An hour passes, a season goes by
The day-to-day can make her cry
No more fantasies; she don't even try
Just another tear and another sigh


From:  Central Chilling Station No. 4
Released:  June, 1997
"DAY TO DAY"