4-12

You've been having trouble staying asleep You been waking up at 4:12 You roll the voices over in your head Then you try to put them neatly on the shelf You watch the sun rise You saw the darkness had no choice before the dawn With your own eyes And then you broke out laughing from a yawn You said, "I'm so sorry I've been so down. I started doubting things could ever turn around. And I began to believe that all we are is material. It's nonsensical." So you walk outside and everything's new You're looking at the world with new eyes. As if you'd never seen a sky before that's blue As if you've never seen the sky in your whole life And then the phone rings As it turns out you are already late And now you're wondering Was peace just a temporary state? You're waiting tables and parking cars You've been selling cell phones at the shopping mall And you began to believe that all you are is material It's nonsensical I still can't believe that all we are And that all of are dreams are nothing more than material Souls aren't built of stone, Sticks and bones And souls aren't built of stone