Wednesday morning calling
No sleep left in my eyes
With the wind that blusters in the air
I just lay and wonder why
As every instinct changes
I lift my heavy head
For reasons that are still unknown
And left to be unread
Everybody drifts off
While I'm still half-asleep
Nothing left to wonder
There's nothing left to see
While everybody hurries
To make it to the end
No chapters made to turn back pages
No more master plans
Everybody thinks it
But no one says a word
Eventually we all move on
And let it rest unheard
Everybody drops off
While I'm so wide awake
Nothing left to mention
There's nothing left to say
While I have used such phrases
We all repeat in time
Coming back to starting points
With nothing left to find
Nothing left to find