Young Professionals

Downtown waiting around for no one in particular
Tickled by the grazing eyes of bachelorettes and passersby
You've been playing the part of the cultured and smart
Of clean-pressed shirts and a ruthless charm
Oh, the cars pass by a bit slower just to take you in

But that's surely no cause for concern

Held close by the grip of the grind
Cold sweat drips slow like your passing prime
You shake its grip and take me aside
And you say to me,
"I met a man who was free and he cautioned me,
'Beware the man with only one book,'
I'm sure I took it the wrong way,
I'm sure I took it the wrong way."
Oh sweet young professional

Your future sees you with such vacant eyes
Your future sees you with such vacant eyes

Down the road is someone there who's waiting for
Your well-intentioned scheme
Will it be so well received?
Will you ache and lose your place when she takes you there?
Strips you of your unease
Inhibitions unleashed
And we move on and on to different songs
But it's been so long
Your friends moved on
Trying to find themselves somewhere along the way

But that's surely no cause for concern