Restless Day

Each time I wake up

Each time I say

The shifting slow beginning

Another restless day

Down damned indecision

Push me on my way

The shifting slow beginning

Another restless day

Supermarket Sunday

Faces cold and grey

No bread or milk or tea left

No energy to play

Fear is the jailer

That locks my love away

The boy on the checkout

Says "Have a restless day"

Who has the nerve

To dream, create, and kill?

While it seems the whole moves

Every part stands still

So there's nothing, yes, there's nothing

Everything makes me ill

While it seems the whole moves

Every part stands still

Every part stands still

Watching television in the afternoon

Wasting my life away

All they want to show me is

What's under the clock today

But even rats in a cage

Are liable to stray...