The morning sun's about to break
I'm looking in as you create someone
You lift your head and brush your teeth and make your bed
As if you won't sleep again
You fix your hair and tie your shoes
And tuck your shirt and now you feel new
The gla** is full, the gla** is broke
And every day dissolves and there's no hope
Of ever leaving this temporary life
Of ever leaving this temporary life
Life, life, life, life
You may ask yourself: is there anyone so alone
That there's no beep before the dial tone
When you pick it up to see who called
If there is, its probably your Mom