I'm not a disaster;
I'm doing okay
Got a roof above me,
And a bottle of rum
I'm on my way
But it's hard to be constructive
When you've got no will to fight
And I hate to bring you down
But this is what's been on my mind tonight
The dazzle of daylight
Holds my tongue
And when the waking world's
In perpetual motion
The words won't come
You can rise with sun if you want to
But I'm taking the moon to bed
And I'll dream of constant sunshine
While you nurse your clouded head
So if your dreams are out of focus
And you're sick of the same routine
If you're still asking who you're meant to be
I'm waking up when the sun goes down
I'm choosing to surrender
To the quiet part of town
So fill my cup
I'll be alright
Just sending disenchanted prayers into the night
As passion surrounds me
It takes it's toll
When the structures I support stand freely
I'm on my own
And the temple I erected
To some semblance of self esteem
Bends and buckles all around me
Like I'm waking from a dream
When convention calls for caution
And creation casts it out
When the only way to build is breaking down
I'm waking up when the sun goes down
I'm choosing to surrender
To the quiet part of town
So fill my cup
I'll be alright
Just sending disenchanted prayers into the night