Wake up.
There's an awful lot to do today.
Last night we made a mess,
So let's put our things away.

Sure, the world's still turning,
But it doesn't look the same.
Let's find ourselves a mop
Instead of somebody to blame.

Don't wait until tomorrow.
To see what we've become.
The world is ours on borrow,
So let's stop playing dumb.
Can't you feel the sorrow?
Or has your heart gone numb?
Don't wait until tomorrow,
Tomorrow may not come.

"Too late"
"Too late" is the excuse we give
When talking to our fathers
About the life we fail to live.

The pile of dirty laundry,
That hides your only chair
Can only be put off
'Til you've nothing left to wear.

Don't wait until tomorrow.
To see what we've become.
The world is ours on borrow,
So let's stop playing dumb.
Can't you feel the sorrow?
Or has your heart gone numb?
Don't wait until tomorrow,
Tomorrow may not come.

[Guitar solo]

Don't wait until tomorrow.
To see what we've become.
The world is ours on borrow,
So let's stop playing dumb.
Can't you feel the sorrow?
Or has your heart gone numb?
Don't wait until tomorrow,
Tomorrow may not…