SONG FOR SUNDAY

of all the foolish things to do

i became a connoisseur of great excuse

and my pessimistic past the blame

will never make this go away

of all the foolish things i've said

that keep me sleepy almost dead

i'm sorry if i've let you down

my eyes were closed, they're open now

i'm waking up

i am waking up

i am waking up

i awake

and this has all been said before

i've listened but then i ignored

my ears grew deaf

my head gave up

the junkie knows not when to stop

of all the foolish alibis

the constipated push for why

i've had a blanket pulled over my eyes

oh hush now baby don't you cry

i'm waking up

i am waking up

i am waking up

i'm awake

coming

i am waking up

i'm ready

i am waking up

(damien rice, the connoisseur of great excuse)