Get Up

You've got all the tools you need,

You've got it measured in degrees,

Does it put your mind at ease,

To take a hammer to the breeze?

You've got hands to mould the clay,

But you can't craft it to the shape,

It looks nothing like the holy things you deign to make

It's all you can do to, get up

It's all you can do to, get up

You've got no figure for the shrine,

Is the absence more divine?

Is it blasphemous to pray without a sign

You've got no measure for the time,

You space out minutes in your mind,

You make up calendars,

To keep the days all in a line

It's all you can do to, get up

It's all you can do to, get up

It's all you can do to, get up

It's all you can do to, get up

You've got no maps to fit the space

The only move left is to pace

Between the edge and the empty place

If you can keep a steady hand

And solid ground where you stand

You'll find antipodes wherever you may land

It's all you can do to, get up

It's all you can do to, get up

It's all you can do to, get up

Get up