Woke up late again this mornin’,

Barely caught the evening news.

Had some coffee, read someone else’s paper,

About someone else’s blues.

And I can’t shake this feeling – I’m goin’ under one last time.

When I’m down to begging God for a miracle,

Tryin’ to get you out of my mind.

Clouds are hanging in the distance. 

Could be rain, maybe snow.

Lord knows, with these seasons changing,

I got one more reason to feel cold.

And I can’t shake this feeling – I’m goin’ under one last time.

I’m down to begging God for a miracle,

Tryin’ to get you out of my mind.

Hold the door against the wind.

Not much else I can do.

Such a lonely sound it’s making,

Blowin’ through these empty rooms.

But I’m trying to make a difference,

Not let these dark days keep me down.

I need to get out of my own way,

So I can turn myself around.

And I’ve got to shake this feeling,

I’m goin’ under one last time.

When I’m down to begging God for a miracle,

Tryin’ to get you out of my mind.