The morning shatters in the fog
The parking lines and the barking dogs
An arm is grasping at the phone
Deciding to be left alone
But everybody and their mother wants you
To put the smile back on their face
So they can fight a losing race
It’s still too soon to play the role
The button detonates control
But everybody and their mother wants you
To pull them back to earth
A nail protruding from a tire
Another wicked little fire
And one by one you let them fray
Until the smoke all fades away
But everybody and their mother wants you
Everybody and their mother wants you
To pull them back to earth
The evening lingers, cold and wet
But still the sun won’t seem to set
A gentle breeze against the gate
Coveted slumber must await
But everybody and their mother wants you
The TV set, all static shrieks
You haven’t gotten rest in weeks
Your timecard punched, the dread sets in
You’re never going to sleep again
‘Cause everybody and their mother wants you
To pull them back to earth again
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