I got to get up out my bed
I've got to get up on my feet
I hear these voices in my head
They echo voices in the street
Got to get myself together
Gotta give myself a break
Nothing seems to last forever
'cept this very fast pace
Then the sun [bad word] up on another day.
I've learned the fine art of pacing
Take a walk about the room
I can take a bit of waiting
I can sing all out of tune
And then your mind plays tricks
and you know you're all alone
And then you start to feel that itch
And then you know you should stay home
Then the sun [bad word] up on another day.
Yeah the sun [bad word] up on another day.
Oh the sun [bad word] up...on just another day.
Cause in the darkness of night
It's just a funny little itch
When the moon's shining bright
I feel a certain kind of twitch
Now I'm feeling crazy crazy crazy
But I'm all right
Things kinda get hazy, hazy, hazy baby
But I'm not up tight
Cause then the sun [bad word] up on another day.
Cause then the sun [bad word] up on another day.
Then the sun [bad word] up on another day.
Yeah the sun [bad word] up on another day.
Oh the sun [bad word] up... on just another day