Besedila: Mad Season. Above. Wake Up.

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 gray, you're not a crack up
Dizzy and weakened by the haze
Moving onward, so an infection not a phase, yeah

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, yeah
Ahh, yeah, ahh, yeah, ahh, yeah

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

Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Slow suicide's no way to go

Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up