Prozac Day - Bird York

Hiding under covers

Pillow over head

He’s not coming out of his safe bed

No matter how close I hold him

Or sing his praise

There’s a big black cloud inside him

And it’s had it’s way

Kevin’s heading for another Prozac Day

Looking for something that’s gonna make the world a nicer place

Doesn’t feel like talking

No desire to eat

He’s too busy boxing with his little joy thief

Though, all the clouds swirl above him like a giant Monet

When he looks up he can’t see them when he thinks in gray

Kevin’s heading for another Prozac Day

Looking for something that’s gonna make the world a nicer place

Kevin’s heading for another Prozac Day

He’s so bone tired and stripped inside

His muse has got away (so far away yeah)

Skin on skin is the medicine

He’ll just have to take now

Kevin’s heading for another Prozac Day

Looking for something that’s gonna make the world a nicer place, yeah

Kevin’s heading for another Prozac Day

Looking for something that’s gonna make the world a nicer, smoother, kinder,

lovelier

Lighter, oh-so-happy-wonderful place

Yeah, he’s looking for a Prozac Day