Sunday morning on the wrong side of the bed I felt somewhere between the living and the dead An open window screaming out the night before I drag my legs off of the bed onto the floor Into the hall a sullen look into the mirror Is that anger on my face or is it fear? I can't remember what it was that tied my tongue But it doesn't work the way it did when I was young It won't tear my heart out Will I be alright? It won't tear my heart out anymore Well down the stairs I went and stumbled to the door It's all a game and I can't play it anymore With the television drowning out the radio There's got to be another place that I can go It won't tear my heart out Will I be alright? It won't tear my heart out anymore They're saying in the streets that rock and roll is dead I hope it's true then I can finally rest my head If it's all the same to you then I'll be moving on I doubt that anyone will notice when I'm gone