Face those facts, you can't relax 

You gotta get that train back on its tracks 

Till the morning comes 

The work is done 

Find your place beneath the sun 

Rake those leaves as thick as thieves 

Then go and put your heart back on its sleeve 

Till September rain 

And all its pain 

Dies in vain 

And I know what you're thinking 

The world is shrinking your bones