Morning comes and sunlight burns into my eyes.
Did I close the blinds? I won't forget tonight...
The debate starts on getting up to deal with this plight
If I'm out of bed, I won't come back this time.
So I get up. Wipe sand from my eyes and start the day.
Go outside to start the drive to go about life.
Is this how I'm to live? I feel it cut both ways.
I go inside and show a smile to those walking by.
Light comes to my eyes; I start to wonder why.
The sound comes on. I smile and feel glad that I'm still alive.
They ask if I can play this; ask if this is right.
They wonder what I think as I wonder what they feel.
Some work for the technique or what their heart will find
Some distract themselves and wonder if I mind.
One time when I was a child, I wonder if I could turn this tide to a friend of mine.
All the anger that someone takes and all the time; time that's spent on getting out.
As I stand on my two feet and as I'm told how I should grow up. Like you, grown up?
But I've made my choice - right here - and I'll stand by even if I'm the only one.
In walks a friendly metal drummer - feet start to fly.
One wears women's clothes while another picks my mind.
Between the drills, I emphasize; make the most of this life.
'cause when you're out of time... I guess we're out of time.
I come back home to realize there is no plight.
I get back to my bed and start to close my eyes.
I forgot the blinds. A laugh fills my mind as I end the night.