Why do we stay so long in this city she loves me in?
Each day we take it on the chin and we've become has-beens.
Once young and bold, now we look old.
The luster fading from this daily pa**ion play.
Hoping someday we'll just wake up and be happy.
Hoping somehow we'll just wake up and be sane.
We've got to wake up.
Why do we fight so hard in this city we love to hate?
Each day we aim for a stalemate and we've become lightweights.
Once proud and tall now we look small and running short on good reasons for us to stay.
Maybe someday we'll just wake up and be happy.
Maybe someday we'll just wake up and be sane.
We've got to wake up.
Wake up in the town where everything is going down if you're the type with pa**ion for restaurants and shows and fashion.
We're living in the center of the universe, it could be worse and far surpa**es living out among the ma**es.
So we'll never say so long to this city we glitter in.
Re-sharpen elbows, reset grin as we re-begin.
And make a toast to when we'll wake up and be happy.
And take a drink to when we'll wake up and be sane.
We've got to wake up.
Someday we'll wake up.
We're going to wake up.
Maybe we'll wake up.
We'll never wake up