Up with the dawn is not like you at all, something's wrong   This is a rare kind of atmosphere in our home   It's easier to talk after hours when you're not so dry   Then you can see more clearly what's important's alright      And I believe that it will all turn out like sticks and stones   More precious things they have been broken other than our bones   Our only obstacle is time   And time's a friend of mine...sometimes      We've all suffered this way so I know how to find you   These sad seconds are already behind you, don't wish more away   Oh take what you can from the days that seem fruitless   People are like trees - they should never be rootless...mostly anyway      And I believe that it's just paper, scissors, stone   We're out there every day making choices all alone   The only faith we have is weak at best   And we're all so sure we're not just like the rest      And like they say it's all just sex and drugs and rock and roll!   The only difference is that we don't have to do them all   But while we're here there's always time...