Wake up the dogs and start the track Let all the dew roll off your back The Jordan of strange Will he respond to his name? He's sharp-dressed for a vagabond actor Stitch up the hits with psych appeal Finish a book and skip a meal A study in orange With JFK charms Just an idiom, on terra firma There's so much more There's so much more to be Oh, can't you see? There's so much more There's so much more to do It's up to you Cut up the clues and stack the deck Turn in on the blues until you wreck Like Marilyn Sane Burning trash in the rain Eating tarts in the garden of Eden He's packed up his pipes, you're on your own Look around you, see how far you've blown The Elvis of out Moving straight on through doubt Holding hands with the here and the after There's so much more There's so much more to be Oh, can't you see? There's so much more There's so much more to do It's up to you There's so much more There's so much more... to do