Sunrise

Monday morning comes

I'm up against the gun

A week of nine to fives

Hallways and florescent lights

You fill up my head

Here now there and then

I want to spend the rest of life

Every moment surrounded by



Sunrise,

Believe me when I say

I want to wake up

Every morning to your rays

And when this man

Is old and gray

He'll be caught up

In the colors you display



Empty never full

Caught in the push and pull

Overworked, overtime

And losing sleep

These vital signs are screaming out

"We were meant for more

Than the things that you've been living for"

The mountain that I climb

Every morning satisfies when I see



Sunrise,

Believe me when I say

I want to wake up

Every morning to your rays

And when this man

Is old and gray

He'll be caught up

In the colors you display



One day we'll awake

Find ourselves in golden age

In stillness of life's symphony,

Last breaths, and heartbeats



Sunrise,

Believe me when I say

I want to wake up

Every morning to your rays

And when this man

Is old and gray

He'll be caught up

In the colors you display