Analysis I see dark days and rain, I see people walk past that street corner every day And even look twice at that poor man sitting on the side Saying to him self 'I used to be you' In my suit and shirt and tie going to work and thinking I was doing Something right. Until I had one too many drinks after work and fought with my wife Who made me sleep on the cold hard couch with my metal glass and the rest of my blurred, slurred liquid night. Turned up to work late. Eyes red. Headaches. Lunch break glass of wine, two, three Empty bottle. Back to work. "I'm fine". Boss man comes by "last check is on Friday". I see dark days and blue sky's turn to red turn to grey as I close my eyes and now I'm sitting on the side begging for pennies as my liver is failing and I'm feeling deprived. I see nice shoes as I close my eyes only to return to the other side. I met the chicken."