(by Rainer Ptacek)
Days turn into afternoons
Afternoons turn into weeks
Pretty soon another year is gone
Still you ain't got yourself no peace
What's the use of sitting around waiting
Anticipating your whole life away
Waiting for you ship to come
Come on that sunny day
Put your mind to it
see yourself through it
First step is the hardest
But you got to get yourself started
Ain't no way for a garden to grow
You got to water, got to work with the hoe
Ain't no way for yourself to get fed
You don't get up and get out of bed
Wash your face, comb your hair
Get on straight and get out there
