Every dawn gets its day like
Every frown gets her way like
Every step to the daylight keeps you stumbling on
Every backward blackbird
Standing out through the rafters
So sure he can meet her
Thinks he bears a tone
So wake up, wake up, wake the sun

Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
Wait for, wait for the first train

Man dragging a sheep skin
Preaching reeking of weekend
To the siren speaking tongues of [bad word] Every dawn gets its day like
Every gal gets her way like
Every step that I lay down brings me where I'm from
To lay down, lay down, to lay my cross

Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
Wait for, wait for the first train
Oh oh, ohhh
Oh oh, ohhh that train

Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
Wait for, wait for the first train

Who hired the walls of the station
To arrest my imagination
Profit from my place under the callous thumb
Every dawn gets its day like
Man, they blindly parade like
Every step that we weigh down plays out like a [bad word] To wake up, shake up, to wake the sun

Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
Wait for, wait for the first train