What becomes of a day for those who rage against it?

Its been a long day. I woke up in Ottawa and am going to bed in Waterloo to the sound of thunder. I think I've hit about every emotion in between. Apparently you can leave town for two days to come back to a world that has totally changed.

"And what becomes of a day for those who rage against it
And who will sum up the phrase for all left standing around in it"

I'm going to bed now cause there's nothing else left to do. If you need to talk, need company, need anything call me. You being anyone who needs anything... sufficently broad lol.