When I woke up this morning I didn't feel so good

I hadn't seen the warning like I really should

A veiled invitation got the wrong response

My righteous indignation you thought insouciance

I can't do right for doing wrong

Been this way for so long

Every little thing I try to do just seems designed for vexing you

Is there any point in going on?

Will I ever be the chosen one

To make you happy every day

Light up your life in very way?

Later on this evening everything will change

What are we achieving if we only rearrange

The deckchairs on a ship

That is surely going down?

Trying to get a grip

While knowing that we'll drown

I can't do right for doing wrong

Been this way far too long

Every little thing I try to do

Just seems designed for vexing you

Is there any point in going on?

I'm never going to be the chosen one

Who makes you happy every day

Lights up your life in very way

And you say that my excuses (my excuses)

Hungry, ill or tired (ill or tired)

Are thinly disguised ruses to avoid what is required (what is required)

And it always seems like something (something) is getting in the way (in the way)

But I think that you're jumping to conclusions that just say

I can't do right for doing wrong

Been that way oh, so long

Every little thing I try to do

Just seems designed for vexing you

Is there any point in going on?

I'm never going to be the only one

Who makes you happy every day

I only wish I knew the way