Sanoja: Playing With Matches. Wake Up Now.

Walking into a dirty saloon singing a sad tune to the bottom half of a glass of beer.
The barkeep said, It's got to be the one hundredth time we've heard that same sad song. Buddy, you've been gone to long
Can we finally wake up now?
Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background?
Can we finally wake up now?
Label it profound and pass it to the right.
Don't do all your dreaming at night.
In the back room, under an inch of dust is just...everything I missed since I quit; a black wooden piano bench.
Where I don't need a brass nameplate to tell me I'm in the right place.
A set of 88 keys, they scream, You've been gone to long!
Can we finally wake up now?
Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background?
Can we finally wake up now?
Label it profound and pass it to the right.
Don't do all your dreaming at night.
Can we finally wake up now?
Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background?
Can we finally wake up now?
Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background?
Can we finally wake up now?
Go get what you want while it's still daylight.
Don't do all your dreaming at night

(Thanks to Tara for these lyrics)