Every day, it's the same old story
About a guy who gets up for work
And forgets his lunch, his favorite lunch
Rolls out of bed, jumps in the shower
Water slowly drains near his feet now
Day after day, puts his car in to gear
Starts to feel alive
But he's already dead inside
Just doesn't know how to tell himself
That it's time to wake up, wake up
Sits at his desk, tries to feel important
Like he really matters
While others die by the thousands, every minute or two
He doesn't realize there's a world around him
Changes every day
With a click of the mouse he cries
Starts to feel alive
But he's already dead inside
Just doesn't know how to tell himself
That it's time to wake up, wake up
Back at home he sits on the porch debating
Pondering life's equation
Looking for a simple answer an easy out
Tossing and turning, he can't seem to get comfy
Tries to place the blame
Only to find that he's all alone
Starts to feel alive
But he's already dead inside
Just doesn't know how to tell himself
That it's time to wake up, wake up, woah
But he's already dead inside
Just doesn't know how to tell himself
That it's time to wake up, wake up