I’m sorry I’m not ready yet again. All my clocks have been an hour slow since winter’s ill-timed end. I’m just waiting for the fallback to begin And my complacency to be remedied when I finally sleep in.
I’m sick of always making up excuses why I’m not. So, don’t wait up for me.
I never wanted anyone to teach me how to swing. I’ll strike out on my own. I never wanted anyone to tell me how to think, no.
I think the idea is finally setting in: If we all play our roles we’ll just get caught up in the spin And you can’t win as long as you serve someone else Without ever thinking for yourself.
I said don’t wait up.
I never wanted anyone to teach me how to swing. I’ll strike out on my own. I never wanted anyone to tell me how to think. I’ll find out on my own. I never wanted anyone to show me how, How to lead the life that I live now I never wanted anyone to teach my how to swing. I’ll strike out on my own!