Wake Up

Here's to the man who gives to the poor

With a hole in his pride you know

He only wants to give more

Here's to the man who feels for the weak

The moral of this story is

You can never have too much, too late

Perhaps I need you

More than I appreciate you



We all feel a little danger 

When there's something in the air

We all feel a little hunger

When there's nothing to care about

Perhaps I need you

More than you need me



Here's to the man who deals with his life

Who is not insecure and will

Always try to do right

Here's to the man who feels for the weak

The moral of this story is

You can never have too much, too late

Perhaps I need you

More than I appreciate you

I don't know why you treat me like you do

You continuously break my heart

When you say I don't understand you



We all feel a little danger 

When there's something in the air

We all feel a little hunger

When there's something to care about

Sayin' something, sayin' nothing

You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth

I am facing north and you're still facing south

Perhaps I need you

More than you need me