Reveille (Solo in New York) (feat. Nico Araco)

Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Tear out the pages, man, burn the book
Turn in the script, man, don't you dare take another look
Turn the corner, man, set the pace
Take that step, man, take that step, man, run your race

Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Assemble your players, man, build your stage
It ain't gonna be built for you, not today
The bowels of the Holy City are quaking man, we don't have long
Tell your story, man, tell your story, man, sing your song

Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Somewhere at the crossroads, near the corner of Calhoun and King
A young man dances naked in the pelting rain and a squeaky street sweeper sings
A 5am Requiem for the bestest friend and me
In the red-green-go glow light of Reveille

Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up man, yeah yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up



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Writer(s): Tim Falvey
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