Woken up again to the sound of whispering
Watch my ceiling fan spinning like this wicked world we're in
Feels like everybody's left and gone away
To some better place and here I am to stay
Another Monday morning on its way
Well I'm a little odd but not too odd to like
And a little over-anxious there at times
But when the lights go out and all that's left is night
Out my door by ten, singing softly with the swing in my steps
Guess I figured that a little air would help me clear my head
Feels like everybody looks and talks the same
In this world where winners only win a game
Another Monday morning in my way
Well I'm a little odd but not too odd to like
And a little over-anxious there at times
But when the lights go out and all that's left is night
Well I'm a little odd but not too odd to like
And a little over-anxious there at times
But when the lights go out and all that's left is night