| I rise with the sun cause my work is never done |
| And those leftover chores from the midnight before are still waiting for me |
| And once again i’m caught between this rock and hard place |
| Well i get up on my feet and make coffee in my sleep |
| The school bell rings at eight i hope the kids don’t make me late |
| Cause the boss will want to know |
| Why i’m holdin' up the side show in this rat race |
| And it seems like all the days are gettin' shorter |
| Fight with time to make your pay |
| Give a dollar’s worth away to make a quarter |
| But i believe the holy light is burnin' brighter |
| To come and take this old world back stop the pendulum in its track |
| And let the sun forever shine on this moonlighter |
| The mornin' news is grim the cost of livin’s up again |
| And there’s little left to spare but i’m contendin' for my share |
| Cause my prospects are high people reaching for the good life all around me |
| Well i’m sure the lord knew best when he made a day of rest |
| But it sure would turn out neat with one more extra day a week |
| Maybe then this moonlight dance i do |
| Would never have a chance to overtake me |
| And it seems like all the days are gettin' shorter… |