Waiting For the Sun

It’s hard to get up in the morning
It’s hard to get to sleep at night
The days are piling up like cigarette butts
You get the feeling there’s no end in sight
Well, who do you think might save you
From the wreckage of your well torn life
You’re stuck in the mud, lost in the flood
Your dreams are balanced on the edge of a knife
You hold on
You’re just waiting for the sun
To come
In the back of your mind is a picture
Of the person you know you can be
But it’s hard to pay rent when the money is spent
It’s like a river that don’t flow to the sea
The books you once read lie in ruins
Their pages scattered loose on the floor
And sad eyes don’t cry when tears have run dry
There is no meaning in the act any more
You hold on
You’re just waiting for the sun
To come
It’s hard to get up in the morning
It’s hard to get to sleep at night