There's a light inside my head
  Flickering but almost dead
  My will to be awake
  Covered in two tons of sand
  More weighed down than when I began
  Impossible to get up now, it's too late
    And I feel like moving on
  And I feel like getting on with life
  To feel the presence of the sun on my face
  Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape
    My room is an empty cave
  Darkness swallows up the day
  The shades are always drawn
  Skin as pale as dirty soap
  Eyes that do nothing but close
  Can't even see that my love of life is gone
    Oh, outside my bed it's cold
  Each day I'm swimming through molasses
  How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes?
  Each day I'm swimming through molasses