The sun is kicking down my door
Telling me get out of bed
But I don't give a damn
Something eating me out there
Something I want waiting on me
Someone I want bad
You choose the time and the place
This time I won't be late
I must quit complainin'
The moon's heard enough of my cries
She told the sun
My face in the mirror reflects
A hope and a fight to go on
But I'm so slow...
Don't be late for your dream
This time I'll make it come true
