Monday morning drag your feet again Can you feel it? Thats the crawling of your skin By wednesday it feels like you can breathe again Can you hear it? Thats the calling of you name Don't wait Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months And months turn to years Are lost in the crowd The aggregate sum of your hopes and your fears And the rubbing that fills your ears Can you hear it? Thats the future rushing in And out with the Stop it before its too late So easy to overlook my mistakes Before it is too late Stomp it before its too late So easy to be overcome by mistakes But the then it is too late This is the part where I dig in my heels Dig my own rut, I can feel the appeal A certainty in staying put I don't believe in belief but I need A little something to help me to sleep A subtle reminder that things turn out fine Monday morning drag your feet again Can you feel it? Thats the crawling of your skin By Wednesday it feels like you can breathe again Can you hear it? Thats the calling of your name Dont wait