The Strain

Morning of pressure

Clothes in the dresser

Glad to be missing the train

A dark night I stole

3 a.m. in my soul

Oh, I'm feeling the strain

Midnight in mumbles

Fallen to slumbers

Passengers picking my brain

The coffee gets blacker

The temper comes faster

Oh, I'm feeling the strain

Done with one thing,

On to another

The strain has got me, brother

Cruel was the mistress

I already kissed her

The strain has got me, sister

And the phone keeps on ringing...

Joining the circus

Learning what work is

Sleep to the beat of the lane

And desperate times

Calling desperate pleasures

Oh, I'm feeling the strain

Stuck staring north

But the window is southern

The strain has got me, mother

Treading my head

Deep in shallow water

The strain has got me, father

And the phone keeps on ringing

And the phone keeps on ringing

I'm sending out a signal

Phone don't ring!

I'm sending out a signal

Phone don't ring!

I'm sending out a signal

Phone don't ring!

I'm sending out a signal

Phone don't ring!

I'm sending out a signal

Phone don't ring!

I'm sending out a signal

Phone don't ring!