I went 'round to stand in your hall To watch you descend While your taxi slowed Outside my home For the last drive by I went 'round for to fill your sail
What a way to wake What a way to wake We're cracking with the break of day
And God gave us guts To have feelings, to spill But why would you let them show When they look like this
What a way to wake What a way to wake We're cracking with the break of day