Sign It Away

The day grows old and gray with rain skies
And the troubles keeping you likewise
Go to bed after television
As outside the moon is turning crimson
All alone on a Sunday (sign it all away)
«Tomorrow's no different"as you say (sign it all away)
Sleep with a drink in your hand (sign it all away)
Stick your head in the sand and sign it all away
The tomb where the deadmen sleep reminds you
That your time’s too short to grow remorseful
You prick up your ears and find it disconcerting
To hear the din of the boys in the chapel praying
You’ve got a burden that’s sandbagging you
But you can’t quite let it out it’s
Like a poison like a sickness that’s got you cryin' out