Oh, the alarm clock, gotta get upnSome days just that seems pretty toughnIt's messing my sheets but I'm wearing the heaviest boots ever madenI go to the park to watch the dogs barknSmile at their owners, the kids and the stonersnLie on the grass and feel like the happiest girl there ever wasnnIt's the way of the world as I know itnIt's the weight of the words as you spoke themnAre you sure that you know where you're going?nAre you working it out?nnDriving to work, it takes you two hoursnYou're stuck in the traffic with hundreds and thousandsnOf people who drag themselves out of bed at 4 AM every daynAnd you don't know how it got to this pointnWhere you feel so guilty for not working hardernBut you're working weekends, and your matesnThey hardly ever see your facennIt's the way of the world as you know itnIt's the weight of the words as I spoke themnAre you sure that you know where you're going?nAre you working it out?