i woke up early a troubled man stayed up late just to the same reaching for distraction to ease my troubled brain since tall cans of that poison a smoky basement room a book of matches becomes the sun and the screen the glowing moon a speaker speaks a tune this is colorful its not black and white these lessons they written in stone all but should we cease to learn them then well reap what was sown im gonna be the music im gonna blur the light and i wake up early and come to you and ill be feeling fine aint got no troubled mind i cant shake it no i cant run away we gonna make it i cant shake it no i cant run away were gonna make it i cant shake it no i cant run away were gonna make it yes we are oh you cant shake it no you cant run away were gonna make it oohh yeah oh you cant shake it no you cant run away were gonna make it