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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The clock strikes nine, I’m out the door,
Got a list of folks who need me more.
But the boss man calls, says, “Take a seat,”
Another meeting, same old beat.
[Chorus]
Staff meetings drag, they steal my day,
Talkin’ circles, not much to say.
While the world outside keeps fallin’ apart,
I’ve got a heavy load and a weary heart.
[Verse 2]
Miss Johnson’s waitin’ for her meds,
Little Jimmy needs a roof and a bed.
But here I sit, in a windowless room,
Dreamin’ of freedom and the work I assume.
[Bridge]
The coffee’s cold, the papers pile,
We’ve been here talkin’ for quite a while.
There’s a line of folks just waitin’ on me,
But I’m stuck here talkin’ policy.
[Chorus]
Staff meetings drag, they steal my day,
Talkin’ circles, not much to say.
While the world outside keeps fallin’ apart,
I’ve got a heavy load and a weary heart.
[Verse 3]
I know it’s needed, the plans we make,
But it feels like time’s a thing we forsake.
There’s faces out there, lost in the storm,
Who need more than words to keep them warm.
Details
GeneratedJun 18, 2025
Duration3:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic, melodic, male vocals, country
Credits
Prompt by
SomeonesPo101
SomeonesPo101ModelAria v4
Prompt
A country style song about social work staff meetings and how they drag everyone off their schedules and more important duties.
