The Calling

Monday morning drag your feet again
 Can you feel it?
 Thats the crawling of your skin
 By wednesday it feels like you can breathe again
 Can you hear it?
 Thats the calling of you name
 Don't wait
 Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months
 And months turn to years
 Are lost in the crowd
 The aggregate sum of your hopes and your fears
 And the rubbing that fills your ears
 Can you hear it?
 Thats the future rushing in
 And out with the
 Stop it before its too late
 So easy to overlook my mistakes
 Before it is too late
 Stomp it before its too late
 So easy to be overcome by mistakes
 But the then it is too late
 This is the part where I dig in my heels
 Dig my own rut, I can feel the appeal
 A certainty in staying put
 I don't believe in belief but I need
 A little something to help me to sleep
 A subtle reminder that things turn out fine
 Monday morning drag your feet again
 Can you feel it?
 Thats the crawling of your skin
 By Wednesday it feels like you can breathe again
 Can you hear it?
 Thats the calling of your name
 Dont wait