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 u