You're working overtime   You know it doesn't do you no good   You're slaving away for things that you need   Roof is falling down on 'round your head   You're backed against the wall   Living your whole damn life   At someone else's beck and call   On the edge of the [night/knife]   Aaaaahhhh, come on      Come in, you're bruised and battered   You need some time to heal   Step out of the bullet train   Set yourself down, I know how you feel   Slow down your racing pulses   Overthrow all your of fears   For an hour, be a simple man   And I'll be a good set of ears   Aaaaahhhh, come on      Chorus   Takin' the time to look   Takin' the time to feel   [when/will] you rewrite your open book   Allow the scars to heal   Takin' the time to look   Takin' the time to feel   [when/will] you rewrite your open book   Allow the scars to heal      You're movin' heaven and earth   And straining every nerve   Always working double time   Burn the midnight oil down to the last [resort/resolve/result]   You can't go your [snowy/showy room] anymore   Wind your smoked glass windows down   If you can't handle opening the door   Aaaaaahhhh, come on      Chorus   Takin' the time to look   Takin' the time to feel   [when/will] you rewrite your open book   Allow the scars to heal   Takin' the time to look   Takin' the time to feel   [when/will] you rewrite your open book   Allow the scars to heal