Do you know you don’t have to put up a fight   For a life that’s been given to you?   The proffering’s there but you don’t even use it;   You don’t care to choose   You’re wasting your apathy, wasting capacity   Your world will be arid soon   Now’s the time (not tomorrow)—the time to      Turn around / walk away   Bind the do to the say   Take some of your crimsons and scatter them out   Hide away the delight   Of a wondrous tonight   Save it for Monday when the silvers are grey      There’s goodness inside you; I know it, I’ve seen it   But only a glimpse so far   So let it diffuse, like your herbal tea   Into this thirsty world   The day is expectant, you know we’re all waiting   So give us a reason to stand back in awe   Yes, now’s the time (not tomorrow) - the time to      Turn around / walk away   Bind the do to the say   Take some of your crimsons and scatter them out   Hide away the delight   Of a wondrous tonight   Save it for Monday when the silvers are grey      Cause now’s the time—and now’s today—it’s time to      Turn around / walk away   Bind the do to the say   Take some of your goldens and scatter them out    Cast pretense, keep the real   So they know how you feel   Dispel any continents lurking between   Rearrange, redefine   What is yours, what is mine   Don’t walk down a lane if the freeway’s your thing   Hide away the delight   Of a wondrous tonight   Save it for Monday when the silvers are grey      Save it for Monday when the silvers are grey   Save it for… save it for…   I’ll save it for one day when you’ve gone away