Charles Bukowski - Gamblers all lyrics

Sometimes you climb out of bed in
The morning and you think
I'm not going to make it
But you laugh inside
Remembering all the times you've
Felt that way, And
You walk to the bathroom, do your toilet
See that face
In the mirror, oh my oh my oh my
But you comb your hair anyway
Get into your street clothes, feed the cats
Fetch the newspaper of horror, place it
On the coffee table, Kiss your
Wife goodbye, And then you are backing the
Car out into life it'self
Like millions of others you enter
The arena once more

You are on the freeway
Threading through traffic now
Moving both towards something
And towards nothing at all as you punch
The radio on and get
Mozart, which is something
And you will somehow
Get through the slow days and the
Busy days and the dull
Days and the hateful days and the rare days
All both so delightful
And so disappointing because
We are all so alike and so different
You find the turn-off
Drive through the most dangerous
Part of town
Feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
His way into your brain and slides
Down along your bones and
Out through your shoes

It's been a tough fight worth fighting
As we all drive along betting on another day