Wake up, Young Man,

It's time to wake up.

Your love affair has got to go;

For ten long years.

For ten long years

The leaves to rake us

Slow suicide's no way to go, (Oh-oh.)



Blue clouded gray,

You're not a crak-up;

Dizzy and weakened by the haze.

Move in onward...

So when infection not a phase,

Yeah...



The cracks and lines

From where you gave up;

They make an easy man to read. (Oh-oh.)

For all the times

You let them bleed you;

For little peace from God you plead.

And they,

For little peace from God you plead.



Oh-oh, oh-oh

Yeah, oh.

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Yeah, oh.

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Yeah, oh.



Wake up, Young Man,

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up.

Wake up,

Wake up.

Wake up. Oh, yeah, yeah.



Wake up, Young Man,

It's time to wake up;

Your love affair has got to go, (yeah).

For ten long years.

For ten long years

The leaves to rake us,

Slow suicide's no way to go, (Oh-oh).

Slow suicide's no way to go.

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up.

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up.