The sun was coming up

Soldiers of light storming my brain

Day, have I the guts to greet you?

Alarm clock tomorrow, cradle to the grave

Working full-time

Vigilant people in the cult of enterprise, lean into the day with all your heart and mind

We were not made to fear the morning

Put down, put under, and put on

We are not what we once were

We will be all undone

Working full-time

We won’t be undersold

I’ll find my wealth all about me

Shake the hand that rakes the common temper

It’s your kindness that gives life to my mind

I want to wake up every morning full of wonder

Working full-time