.

Awake,
tired and running late
pick up the pace
have to make it til' eight

The man in green
he's a storyteller
he don't like me
I don't like him either

You searched my eyes
But I ain't changing my mind
You searched my soul
what were you trying to find

I'll put you down
But I'm helping you up
You'll get my hand
It's all over your face