Wake Up

Just a little sleep, a little slumber
Little folding of the hands to rest
That’s what we tell ourselves
But we know we’re gonna just lay here till the sun’s gone west
But there are foxes in the garden
And there’s an armed man at the door
When the wind is right and the skies show favor
When the heat has died and the day is cool
We tell ourselves that we’ll do it later
When we know full well that that ain’t true
And now there’s wolves at every window
The mob is breaking down the door
Come on, we gotta wake up!
We gotta wake up!
We gotta wake up!
I hear them coming back for more
We gotta wake up!
Oh, we say we’ll do it when things settle down
We say we’ll do it when this season’s through
We say we’ll do it when we get around to it
But it’s already overdue
And there are foxes in the garden
And there’s an armed man at the door
Tomorrow’s song is a siren singing
Such a sweet and subtle lullaby
Tomorrow’s song has got us clinging
To the promise of the by and by
And now there’s wolves at every window
The mob is breaking down the door
Come on, we gotta wake up!
We gotta wake up!
We gotta wake up!
I hear them coming back for more
Come on, we gotta wake up!
We gotta wake up!
We gotta wake up!
Oh, I think they’re gathering for war