Coffee shop
Small talk
Caffeine mind
Nail bite
Traffic light
Tight on time
Why do I lie and say that I’m fine?
Why do I lie and say that I’m fine?

Paranoid android
Reptile mind
The test of stress got me
Under overtime
Why do I lie and say that I’m fine?
Why do I lie and say that I’m fine?

How do you feel? I’m fine
How do you feel? Fine

Rise and shine
The morning sun like a warning sign
We’ve been living in strange times
We’ve been living in strange, strange times

Broken skies
Looking up with blurry eyes
We’ve been living in strange times
We’ve been living in strange, strange times

Hypocrite misfit
Where’s my mind
Midlife kryptonite
Death and life and
Spit the poison
Spit out the poison

Lipstick counterfeit
Take your time
Sick of it politics

Pick your fight and
Spit the poison
Spit out the poison

Voice at the end of the line
Which of these voices is mine?
Worried of what I might find
Mining the halls of my mind
If truth is freedom and light
Why is the truth what I fight?
Or is it the darkness inside
Scared to be taken alive?

How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Wake Up, Mr Crow.
How do you feel?




Behind the Song:
from Jon Foreman: 'We celebrate the firsts in our lives. Our first breath. Our first words. Our first steps. But the last ones? These moments are mostly unknown. We only see them in the rearview mirror.

I have several friends on the other side of the grave and I can distinctly remember the last day we saw each other. I remember laughing without knowing the significance of the moment. When I look back, I began to think of the many things that I wish I would’ve said. Or a moment in time that I wish I could have back.

Death is not exceptional. Indeed, the grave is the only thing that the living have in common. The theft of change is not remarkable. Even things that feel common place and obvious today will one day be taken from us.

So the question arises: How would you live if you knew that today would be your last? What would matter most? What would be worth your time?

“Wake Up, Mr. Crow” is an alarm clock of a song to begin one’s last day, facing the dissonant music of our strange times. “Rise and shine The morning sun like a warning sign”

Mr. Crow gets his coffee and fights the traffic. Radiohead and The Pixies drift from the speakers in his car.
“Paranoid android…”
“Where’s my mind?”

The traffic around him mirrors the traffic within. The true fight is the inner fight.
“Voice at the end of the line
But which of these voices is mine.”
Who are you? What’s worth living for?

“Wake Up, Mr Crow!
How do you feel?”