The trash man says i should smile more
Every Wednesday i consider a detour
As i pass the dirty hands dumping trash
I'm depressed by my thoughts of the man
What force is pulling my face down?
i must have my own orbit
Causing me to cling to whatever's around
The trash man basically says
You're a pretty planet
You can stand. float. fly. on your own
Crack a smile at least once before you go home