Another cup of coffee, another clean white shirt
An eternity before me, of moving grains of dirt
Maybe it's not all a waste, maybe just feels that way
I'm dreading the dawning..........of a new day
A chasm opens before me, and into it I fall
Tumbling deeper and deeper, reaching for the wall
No meaning or purpose in anything I say
I'm dreading the dawning..........of a new day
I like to keep the curtains drawn tight
I try to block out the world from my sight
Nothing matters, what's wrong or right
Can't make a difference, try as I might
Push the rock up the mountain, give the devil his due
All the things I once believed in are proven untrue
I'm crossing the desert with my feet of clay
I'm dreading the dawning..........of a new day
If I could stop the hands of time, if I could catch my breath
I'd rearrange the furniture, and prepare for my death
While down, down, down on my colling board I lay
I'm dreading the dawning..........of a new day
I like to keep the curtains drawn tight
I try to block out the world from my sight
Nothing matters, what's wrong or right
Can't make a difference, try as I might
Another cup of coffee, another clean white shirt
An eternity before me, of moving grains of dirt
Maybe it's not all a waste, maybe just feels that way
I'm dreading the dawning..........of a new day
