When You're Falling Awake

And You Take Stock Of The New Day

And You Hear Your Voice Croak

As You Choke On What You Need To Say,

Well, Don't You Fret, Don't You Fear,

I Will Give You Good Cheer.

Life's A Long Song,

Life's A Long Song,

Life's A Long Song.

If You Wait Then Your Plate I Will Fill.

As The Verses Unfold And Your Soul

Suffers The Long Day

And The Twelve O'clock Gloom

Spins The Room, You Struggle On Your Way,

Well, Don't You Sigh, Don't You Cry,

Lick The Dust From Your Eye.

We'll Meet In The Sweet Light Of Dawn.

As The Baker Street Train Spills Your Pain

All Over Your New Dress

And The Symphony Sounds Underground

Puts You Under Duress,

Well, Don't You Squeal As The Heel

Grinds You Under The Weels.

Life's A Long Song,

Life's A Long Song,

Life's A Long Song,

But The Tune Ends Too Soon For Us All.