Old Rules

[Verse 1]
5:30 rings
Pots over gas flames
Still in a haze
Not walking dead
But alive and I'm fed
Still hungry for more

[Chorus]
'Cause before I wake again and again and again
Again and again and again
I toss and I turn again and again and again
Again and again and again

[Verse 2]
With something calling me, maybe a conscience
Maybe that dream of something more
Well beyond the folklore that failed to be

[Bridge]
Something real solid or still
Something real solid or still
To ground me with instinct
To feel before I think and think before I know
To know, know before I act, act before I grow
In control, with fear I'll hold
Cutting me loose from old rules