Amazing how everything
can change in a day.
Time leaves you speechless,
I got nothing to say.
When it started I was low
with my head in the sand,
as it comes to an end
I got my feet on dry land.
Retreat into bed,
slip into tomorrow.
Live briefly in dreams
I'm allowed just to borrow.
Wake to the sound
of my cellphone ringin,
peer out the window,
hear morning birds singin.
Light filtering in,
wash the floor of my room,
brightness glows yellow
to banish the gloom.
Rise from the warmth,
feel the chill of a breeze.
I'll scratch my bare legs,
calves, ankles and knees.
Grab a quick shower,
throw on clean clothes,
head on downstairs,
drink a cup, I suppose.
Put on the tube
only just for a minute,
check out some videos,
the limelight, who's in it.
Then trek to my car,
pop in some CD,
crank up the volume,
and drive away free.
Well, free to the extent
of the wide open road,
but from here, on to work,
psyche into work mode.
Arrive at the mall,
ten minutes to spare,
step out of my car,
smell the moist August air.
How the summer brings peace
to the soul of the city,
employed, overjoyed,
the trees sparkle pretty.
And into the clambor
of the chaos within
the mall, all the people
showcase scowls and grins.
So much noise! So much Noise!
All the voices at once,
barrel on through the time
till I'm rewarded with lunch.
And I'll eat chick fil a
like an emperor prince
consuming a nice royal meal
with iced water for rinse.
Then back to the grindstone,
back into the swing,
hello, how are you?
is the song I must sing.
Oh customers, customers,
thank God for you all,
without you, we crumble,
our business would fall.
Thank you for your money,
thank you for your time,
thank you for your courtesy,
you're swell, you're sublime.
Even when you're not,
I will choose to look past,
because truthfully, really,
it happens so fast.
You're here, then you're gone,
you pay and you leave,
so if you don't meet my gaze,
I won't be too grieved.
Just continue on through,
kill the minutes and hours,
do whatcha gotta do son,
that's how seeds become flowers.
And when it's time to clock out,
you punch in your name,
you send out farewells
and be done with the game.
Head back to my car,
parked out in the lot,
and release your old head,
forget what you thought.
Cuz it don't matter now,
you're on your way home.
Turn up that sweet music,
sing out on your own.
Amazing how everything
can change in a day.
Time leaves you speechless,
I got nothing to say.
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