I'm not a disaster; I'm doing okay Got a roof above me, And a bottle of rum I'm on my way But it's hard to be constructive When you've got no will to fight And I hate to bring you down But this is what's been on my mind tonight The dazzle of daylight Holds my tongue And when the waking world's In perpetual motion The words won't come You can rise with sun if you want to But I'm taking the moon to bed And I'll dream of constant sunshine While you nurse your clouded head So if your dreams are out of focus And you're sick of the same routine If you're still asking who you're meant to be I'm waking up when the sun goes down I'm choosing to surrender To the quiet part of town So fill my cup I'll be alright Just sending disenchanted prayers into the night As passion surrounds me It takes it's toll When the structures I support stand freely I'm on my own And the temple I erected To some semblance of self esteem Bends and buckles all around me Like I'm waking from a dream When convention calls for caution And creation casts it out When the only way to build is breaking down I'm waking up when the sun goes down I'm choosing to surrender To the quiet part of town So fill my cup I'll be alright Just sending disenchanted prayers into the night