Minor Miracles

You’re drinkin' like a veteran drunk even though you’re not one
High noon on a day, soon to be wasted away
A little light through the curtains
You’ll be dreamy and stoned till you’re deep, in your head
Upstairs the neighbors making babies right above your head
You’re havin' hot dogs and beans for your birthday
Gonna put another fancy mock-up on the wall
And it’s hardly a miraculous day but it’s striking to think, you think
How it’s a minor miracle you were even born at all, not at all
Cuz every bum you’ve ever seen is some mama’s baby, some papa’s son
Strange to know that every soul you ever seen came outta some one once
Though you don’t think about much
Cuz every loveless loser, had to climb up here into this world
Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo
Every bum you’ve ever seen is some mama’s baby, some papa’s son
Strange to know that every soul you ever seen came outta some one once
Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo
Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo
Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo