Paper spent, a lover's bent Burn it all, I'm still flattered On our own, campfire cologne Ashes cold, but not scattered Waking up, waking up Waking up's not coming down Dreams are lent, not heaven sent Troubadours and screen idols Morning sun, the night's all done Winter breeze, cold and vital Waking up, waking up Waking up's not coming down Morning sun, the night's all done A body's work is never over World is green, unsung, unseen Dandelions and three-leaf clover Waking up, waking up Waking up's not coming down