The morning sun's about to break I'm looking in as you create someone You lift your head and brush your teeth and make your bed As if you won't sleep again You fix your hair and tie your shoes And tuck your shirt and now you feel new The glass is full, the glass is broke And every day desolves and there's no hope Of ever leaving this temporary life Of ever leaving this temporary life Life, life, life, life You may ask yourself: is there anyone so alone That there's no beep before the dial tone When you pick it up to see who called If there is, its probably your Mom Oh the rising sun brings little change To this city with a stolen name And you're wondering who's bright idea It was to pack your things and leave your friends and move Down here