You're so tired 'cause You got up in the morning And you're not a morning person but You understand the virtues of Not knowing what goes on When everyone has gone to sleep. You're so puzzled 'cause The cross words of the Bible Seem so cross they cancel out the love; In echoes through the empty church They're crossing out the names Of everyone who said they'd never change. Clocks are precious 'cause We often go unconscious And we want to see the morning sky Break out from the darkness, Though I know we'll soon be gone, There's part of me that thinks I'll never die.