I've always lost the morning when I rise
And scuffle down the hallway till I find
The sun has taken leave and all that's left is me
And another missed opportunity
But I tell myself don't worry, why the fuss
The afternoon is beckoning to us
And all I planned to do can wait a week or two
No reason to get caught up in the rush

Take your mind out of gear, it can wait another year
And I can't understand the way you plough your land
If the season is unkind, there's another one behind
And it's waiting in the eves and it's ready to release
Itself to you, itself to you, to you.

Listen to the sound outside your door
There's a hundred thousand people wanting more
Going about their lives, making money wasting time
It's a lesson that's so easy to ignore

Take your mind out of gear, it can wait another year
And I can't understand the way you plough your land
If the season is unkind, there's another one behind
And it's waiting in the eves and it's ready to release
Itself to you, itself to you, to you.