Just staring at the ceiling Soft white soothing my mind Evoking a feeling It's easy to leave little things behind I had to get busy So I threw on some jeans and shuffled Threw back the cold coffee A deep breath and we go Why should I lift up the covers? Life sets in one day or the other Wish I'd picked a path to follow Now my days are hollow Avoiding the sunlight Like a spaceship under the surface Content to be burrowed Underground I can be so furtive Slamming the buttons Like an ape left to his own devices Rearrange in a sequence Think I've got something here. Why should I lift up the covers? Life sets in one day or the other Wish I'd picked a path to follow Now my days are hollow