Its not as though i have a pillow for my head i'm not missing any thing yet things that you treasure are worthless to me i don't know i don't know how you do it to yourself wherever i go wherever i be i carry no love my spirit is free, free to watch the evening changing from afternoon its a pleasure that you rarely see around that time you'll be crawling home through the rush hour or settling in for a night in front of your t.v. ooooo sound the alarm ooooo sound the alarm and as i gaze in awe at the break of dawn you are lying in your bed you've got a pillow on your head the clock radio is telling you its time to go you can barely rise to face it all again sound the alarm your world is not your own sound the alarm your world is falling down sound the alarm your world is not your own sound the alarm your world its falling down you've got to sound the alarm your world is not your own sound the alarm your world its falling down. its not as though i have a pillow for my head. i'm not missin anything yet.