Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved.

Another gray morning, you get up, and you get on your way
Drive off towards the same place that you go to each and every day
You barely feel the days change to months and then not too long it's years
So this is hell on earth
Living day to day
Working in your cage

How many years has it been since you first walked through that door?
Dreaming of a future, believing that one day you'd be more
But now that you are tired and jaded and fraying at the seams
You'd better worry
Nobody is secure
Years of service mean nothing

You turn to look inside you to see if just anything remains
But now your shell is lifeless, your soul long ago was drained
The two days of the week that you're given to truly try and live
They go too fast there's
No time for what you love
No love for what you do