Don't Be Late

The sun is kicking down my door
Telling me get out of bed
But I don't give a damn

Something eating me out there
Something I want waiting on me
Someone I want bad

You choose the time and the place
This time I won't be late

I must quit complainin'
The moon's heard enough of my cries
She told the sun

My face in the mirror reflects
A hope and a fight to go on
But I'm so slow...

Don't be late for your dream
This time I'll make it come true