Cubicle Races

Riding alone

Here of all places

I thought it'd be different

It's just rehashing old faces

Counting minutes in a sea of faces

Look at us

Off to the cubicle races

We're numbers riding in borrowed places

Empty hearts fill empty spaces

He stares out the window

Daydreaming of more

Than the screen that's before him

That swallows him whole

The words dance on pages

A blurry free flow

It's endless

Unending

I'll never get home

Counting minutes in a sea of faces

Look at us

Off to the cubicle races

We're numbers riding in borrowed places

Empty hearts fill empty spaces

To whom it concerns

She types briskly and sighs

Nice word this

Nice word that

Can you please just reply

Counting minutes in a sea of faces

Look at us

Off to the cubicle races

We're numbers riding in borrowed places

Empty hearts fill empty spaces

The distance was long

The journey much longer

I gave them my heart

They wanted it all though

Feels like I'm fading

Lost in the gray

Finding the way to my distance to empty

The distance to empty

Distance to empty

Distance to empty