Wake Up

Wake Up
WAKE UP
(c2006 Brock/Norman/Zurba)
Day after day got my eyes half-open
I need my coffee just to get me going
Day after day, so tired of the grind
Spinning my wheels and losing my mind
Put my head on the desk
Take a lunchtime vacation
Don’t need no ticket
Just my imagination

Wake up
To the sound of the ocean
Wake up
To a life I slow motion
My toes in the sand
The sun and blues skies above
This is the life
Then I wake up
To a tap on the shoulder, the boss is breathing
Down my neck says we don’t pay for sleeping
Punch out at five and sit on the freeway
And think of a life where I’m doing it my way
Until that day comes
When I’m finally free
I’ll live the good life
If just in my dreams
(CHORUS)
Someday I’ll get there
I just don’t know when
But there’s paradise waiting
In my mind till then
(CHORUS)
Wake up
To the tropical beaches
Wake up
To the warm southern breezes