Greg Brown: Help me make it

Well the coffee boiled and the sun fledAh there's grime on the windows, and the streets are deadIt been Tuesday all week and it's Tuesday againToday is a Parisian, I am an AmericanAnd I know it ain't, I know I ain't, I hope you ain't gonna go awayAh will ya help me help me help me help me help me help me make it through this funky dayAh will ya help me help me help me help me baby will ya help meYa gotta help me make it through this funky dayIt look like February 19th and November 8thThey had an ugly little baby and they're gonna call it TodayAh my face feel like clay every time I try to grinAnd I think I might cry if I try to grin againOh but I know it ain't, I know I ain't, I hope you ain't gonna go awayAh will ya help me help me help me help me help me help me make it through this funky dayAh will ya help me help me help me help me baby will ya help meYa gotta help me make it through this funky dayI don't want to go out because I'm tired of the doorI'm tired of everybody actin like it's wierded out 1954It's just the year of the barfly. It's just the month of the roachHold on to my shoulders, baby, I'm sinkin so lowAnd I know it ain't, I know I ain't, I hope you ain't gonna go awayAh will ya help me help me help me help me help me help me make it through this funky dayAh will ya help me help me help me help me help me help me help me make it through thisHelp me make itAh will ya baby will ya help meOh will ya baby will ya help me make it through thisYa gotta help meHelp me help me help me make it through this funky dayIt's just another, it's just anotherIt's just another, it's just anotherIt's just another funky funky funky funky funky day.