Wake up, Young Man,
It's time to wake up.
Your love affair has got to go;
For ten long years.
For ten long years
The leaves to rake us
Slow suicide's no way to go, (Oh-oh.)
Blue clouded gray,
You're not a crak-up;
Dizzy and weakened by the haze.
Move in onward...
So when infection not a phase,
Yeah...
The cracks and lines
From where you gave up;
They make an easy man to read. (Oh-oh.)
For all the times
You let them bleed you;
For little peace from God you plead.
And they,
For little peace from God you plead.
Wake up, Young Man,
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up.
Wake up,
Wake up.
Wake up. Oh, yeah, yeah.
Wake up, Young Man,
It's time to wake up;
Your love affair has got to go, (yeah).
For ten long years.
For ten long years
The leaves to rake us,
Slow suicide's no way to go, (Oh-oh).
Slow suicide's no way to go.
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up.
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up.
