if you wake

Up to the prize

Of yourself

And all your eyes


Then nothing will

Be just like this

And nothing is

About your will


The names are sitting on the phone

Inside where words are left behind

It's hard to hear them coming out

when there's enough of everything


Next weekend there's a party and it's good to have

these goals

We're finally getting somewhere

These invitations what a thrill


Sunday night is always bad

Schools not there but you still have

The weekend that you left behind

It's in between the light and line

It's time to quit from taking calls

And concentrate the evening falls

That's where it is and what is what

Cover up and cover off


Next weekend there's a party and it's good to have

these goals

We're finally getting somewhere

These invitations what a thrill