There are Worse Things than All of This

I'm sure There are Worse things than Chewing on The color Yeah the color Gray In the quiet Yeah the quiet Of the day Out there Someplace There's a house Wooden, strong Steadfast Yeah steadfast And nigh I see it Yes I see it Up on high Four hands Gold air Windows with Silver drapes Let in Yes they let in Sun Good morning Good morning Day's begun And now I stay Unfounded in The black I wait I wait Here In the haze In the haze It's all clear