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 glass is full, the glass 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?


But there's no beep before the dial tone


When you pick it up to see who called

If there is it's probably your mom





But, oh, the rising sun brings little cheer

To this city with the stolen name


And you're wondering whose bright idea


It was to pack your things and leave your friends

And move down here