It's a funny thing

When you wake in the morning

Unsure of the day you're in

And everything falls on top of you

You don't know where to begin

Can't find your feet

Or get up and go

Just treading water

Time moves so slow

When you wake in the morning

And can't find any zing

Everything feels disconnected

It's a funny thing

When realty comes calling

With a massive bang and bump

Delivered in a tiny phrase

Including the word 'lump'

Can hardly breathe

Throat is dry

Whisper the words 

'Why? Why?'

When reality comes calling 

And in it's tail's a sting

Puts everything in to perspective

It's a funny thing