wake up!
wake up! and smell the coarse grind american roast
in your cup, peruse the news from coast to coast
don’t it suck to have that cloud overhead all day?
don’t you ever dream about some better way
to wake up?
sleepwalking in the shoes of your old man
double talking, gonna use every trick you can
get ‘em all lined up, get your ducks in a row
they’ll follow you down, how low can you go?
sleepwalking – just a sheep, sleepwalking
looking through a window of fear and tear-stained glass
at all the world, unclear and grey
it don’t take a prophet to know, this too shall pass
to see that only love has the power to stay
wake up!
come around to this one universal truth
get down to the loving we were born to do
it’s bound to hurt and we’re bound to die
but our love lives on in the by and by
so get down… come around
cleaning windows is a lifelong task
a near constant battle to maintain
but that’s all right, now and again you can just sit back
and see clearly through each and every pane
you wake up!
