Strawberry Fields

Chicago wind blows my raincoat collar back As I walk down the street with a brown paper sack Which I carry french fries and a grilled cheese To set up a banquet in my apartment, if you please Fumble in my pocket for the front door key I check my box to see if there's any mail for me I go in, I switch on the light, I try to sit down and relax But the spring in the couch keeps the meat in the bag Just an ordinary day Just the ordinary way of being ordinary I stare at the bare-lined border that hang in overhead I think back about what the morning leaves take a shed About all the good and poor people who can't get work And more and more of our fine young men are laying in the jungle dirt Just an ordinary day Just the ordinary way of being ordinary I turn on the TV, get disgusted and turn it off I heard some guy make twenty-thousand just for playing golf Maybe soon I'll save enough to fix up my place But for now, I'll just worry about tomorrow 'cause I'll face, hmm Just an ordinary day Just the ordinary way of being ordinary Hmm-mm Just an ordinary day Just the ordinary way of being ordinary