Sunday morning on the wrong side of the bed
I felt somewhere between the living and the dead
An open window screaming out the night before
I drag my legs off of the bed onto the floor
Into the hall a sullen look into the mirror
Is that anger on my face or is it fear?
I can't remember what it was that tied my tongue
But it doesn't work the way it did when I was young
It won't tear my heart out
Will I be alright?
It won't tear my heart out anymore
Well down the stairs I went and stumbled to the door
It's all a game and I can't play it anymore
With the television drowning out the radio
There's got to be another place that I can go
It won't tear my heart out
Will I be alright?
It won't tear my heart out anymore
They're saying in the streets that rock and roll is dead
I hope it's true then I can finally rest my head
If it's all the same to you then I'll be moving on
I doubt that anyone will notice when I'm gone