Mr Smith

It started at breakfast when she poured him his coffee
The coffee was a little weak and with that look he let her know
He stormed out to the driveway found his car window shattered
Where there once was a radio, now there was just a hole
It’s a hard day for Mr. Smith; it’s a hard day for Mr. Smith

An hour stuck in traffic, now it just started rainin’
His shirt sleeve was gettin’ soaked, his fuse about to blow
The tolltaker takes his dollar, said hey mister, how’s it goin’?
He just glared back up at him, as if he should know
It’s a hard day for Mr. Smith; it’s a hard day for Mr. Smith
It’s a hard day

If he still had a radio, the news would make him shake
Halfway around the world, there’d been an earthquake
The earth is cracked and bleedin’, a little boy is screamin’
Holdin’ on to his mother, his mother isn’t breathin’…
It’s a hard day for Mr. Smith; it’s a hard day for Mr. Smith
It’s a hard day, it’s a hard day, it’s a hard day for Mr. Smith