Restless Day

Each time I wake up 
Each time I say 
The shifting slow beginning 
Another restless day 
Down damned indecision 
Push me on my way 
The shifting slow beginning 
Another restless day 

Supermarket Sunday 
Faces cold and grey 
No bread or milk or tea left 
No energy to play 
Fear is the jailer 
That locks my love away 
The boy on the checkout 
Says "Have a restless day" 

Who has the nerve 
To dream, create, and kill? 
While it seems the whole moves 
Every part stands still 
So there's nothing, yes, there's nothing 
Everything makes me ill 
While it seems the whole moves 
Every part stands still 
Every part stands still 
Watching television in the afternoon 
Wasting my life away 
All they want to show me is 
What's under the clock today 

But even rats in a cage 
Are liable to stray...