You
get up in the morning
couldn't sleep all night
drag it off to work
get caught in that rush hour fight
make it to the job
two minutes late
the boss blows his top
he's having a bad day
because of you
what are you gonna do
now don't get blue
somehow you make it through
you make it through
you start swingin' that 'ole hammer
with your fingers in the way
work is piled high
your feelin' like a slave
you waste most of the day
looking all around
for what you put away
where it could be found
aint no use
ya' gotta hang loose
because you do
somehow you make it through
you make it through
you finally hit your front door
glad to be alive
you call up your girl
you want to share the night
her room mate says she's gone
don't know when she'll be home
third night in a row
you wonder if she's alone
hang on to
knowing you make it through
believe it's true
somehow you make it through
you make it through
Words & Music Copyright 1988 Brad A. Price
