Wake, It's morning.
It's time to get dressed.
Wake, It's morning.
It's time to get dressed.
You sound lonely.
Should I make the drive back home?
You sound lonely.
Should I make the drive back home?
The simple things that we read about are the same things we doubt.
So here, here we are
Are we all lost and out of control.
Here, here we are
Are we all lost and out of control.
Wake, It's lonely.
I might get out of bed.



Thanks to Brittany (carol33va@aol.com) for these lyrics]