| Wake-up, Switch-on, | |
| Tune-in to another day, | |
| Stereo sound with double vision, | |
| Daylight makes its first incision, | |
| Warmed-up Clocked-in, | |
| On your feet and under way, | |
| Got to fight that Monday-morning feeling! | |
| But in my head, | |
| A savage beats out time with a drum | |
| And it won't go away | |
| Gone Tomorrow, here Today, | |
| Wish I was a million miles away | |
| Imagination, takes me where I want to go, | |
| Imagination, don't fail me now---I need you now, | |
| Turn left, turn right, | |
| Bottle-necked and boxed in tight, | |
| Every day the same old story, | |
| Day to day routines all bore me, | |
| Wound-up, Penned-in, | |
| Raw meat in the lion's den | |
| Don't know where my confidence is going | |
| But in my head, | |
| A savage still beats time with a drum | |
| And it won't go away. | |
| Gone Tomorrow, Here today, | |
| Wish I was a million miles away | |
| Imagination, takes me where I want to go | |
| Imagination, Don't fail me now---I need you now |