Working away 2

Punching the clock till my heart clock stops ticking, I’m clocking in, grind on the mind, yeah,

Trading daylight for deadlines, chasing a paycheck, vain grind, I’m on the line, yeah.

Sweat on the brow, dreams on layaway, every sunrise costs a rate, nah,

Hours grind like gears, but my soul stays on layaway, in the vault where they wait, yeah.

(((Pre-Chorus)))

Screens glow, notifications flood, hours blur into one long line,

Counting minutes like currency, but they ain’t mine, nah, not this time.

(((Chorus)))

I’m rich in tasks, poor in the moments that matter,

Money buys a smile I can’t afford today, no chatter.

Nine to five, but my five-year plan still sighs,

If life is a river, I’m upstream of the current, watching it rise.

(((Verse 2)))((add a solo trombone in background ))

Inbox bites, ambitions fade into overtime, every ping a bruise,

Rings on the desk, emptiness in my chest, I’m playing a role I didn’t choose.

Banking hours, losing summers in the ledger’s cold embrace,

Clock hands spinning, life outside still feels distant, a far-off place.

(((Pre-Chorus)))

Screens glow, notifications flood, hours blur into one long line,

Counting minutes like currency, but they ain’t mine, nah, not this time.

(((Chorus)))

I’m rich in tasks, poor in the moments that matter,

Money buys a smile I can’t afford today, no matter.

Nine to five, but my five-year plan still sighs,

If life is a river, I’m upstream of the current, drifting away.

(((Bridge)))

Caffeine fuels the grind; hope runs on empty,

The anthem of productivity drowns the quiet of dreams, every threadless penny.

Wage slips through fingers like a slow, relentless tide,

I count the minutes, but they never count me back, won’t let me ride.

(((Verse 3)))

I’m a worker bee with a hollow humming hive, buzzing but hollow inside,

Income climbs, but happiness stays at base camp where the lights have died.

Trading my afterglow for a manager’s glow, mask on tight, I won’t hide,

If life’s a river, I’m upstream, where the current erodes the sky.

(((Chorus)))((extend guitar solo )))

I’m rich in tasks, poor in the moments that matter,

Money buys a smile I can’t afford today.

Nine to five, but my five-year plan still sighs,

If life is a river, I’m upstream of the current, drifting away.

(((Outro)))

One last clock punch, let the bell toll in the night,

Stacking minutes like coins, chasing a stubborn light.

Till the last page turns, till the dawn we’ll break the curse and breathe,

Till then I’ll keep dreaming of the day when time stops stealing me.