we re having a week off we re having a rest listen to the way we cough it s for the best the party s over it s been a long long night when we get sober you ll see i m right now we can get on with our lives step to the beat and get back in line dont need to travel dont need to fly like you said 2 more chances to die i ll write a good song just give me more time it s easy hating yourself its hard making it rhyme gonna to sit on top of a hill for a day play guitar folk my troubles away i m going to kill the idiot in me chase the bastard down demand that he leaves all you nice breathing people alone i just want to wake up or sleep and go home i m scared of the time i sweat at the phone the fleetwood mac polyphonic softens the blow at times like these i know that i am the happiest person the luckiest man but since the day i wrote this song i ll just pick up my feet and drag wearily on i m going to stop soon coz i m tired tired and full full of sorrow tired at the thought that if i sleep it only brings a new tomorrow