This is perhaps a spot well defined
Through nothing but tears and the passing of time
Alright, alright, alright
This is for nothing and that is for you
You know where you stand, not where I'm going to
Alright, alright, alright
You look out your window and see what you want
Your eyes are open, but your mind says, 'Don't'
Hold on, hold on, hold on
You're fine, satisfied, think everything's great
But you won't be happy till your laid in your grave
Hold on, hold on, hold on
And oh, with this thought, let me roll out of bed
And oh, with this thought, let me roll out of bed
And oh, with this thought, let me roll out of bed
And oh, with this thought, let me roll out of bed