Wake Up

• Mad Season
• Above

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 up

Slow suicide’s no way to go, oh

Blue, clouded grey

You’re not a crack up

Dizzy and weakened by the haze

Moving onward

So an infection not a phase

Yeah, oh

The cracks and lines from where you gave up

They make an easy man to read, oh

For all the times you let them bleed you

For little peace from god you plead, and beg

For little peace from god you plead

Ah, yeah

Ah, yeah

Ah, yeah

Wake up young man, wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up

Wake up

Oh, yeah

Slow suicide’s no way to go

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up