Work for sunset, turn and yield to night
start over thirteen thousand times
it leaves me weary and confined
the world darkens, i sit here resigned.
a na na na, na na na na na
i sit in a kettle and adjust to the heat
i point at the symptoms when the problem is me
These are the wars we need to fight,
these are the doors we need to close.
Strike a match to push away the night
that's drawing ever closer.
i hope by the time i'm forty-five
i won't give up to stay alive
there's things that must be said and changed
before the world is over.