How did the day get stolen from underneath my feet?
Friends become strangers cause’ there’s no time to meet
Signing in and out of punch clocks and initialing sheets
Trading the sunlight and hours for dollars seems cheap
But I can’t blame it on the man or systematic rat race
As each day I consciously rush to keep with their pace
And each night I return worn and exhausted from haste
Thanking God in the dark shine’s the moon’s patient face
Friends become strangers cause’ there’s no time to meet
Signing in and out of punch clocks and initialing sheets
Trading the sunlight and hours for dollars seems cheap
But I can’t blame it on the man or systematic rat race
As each day I consciously rush to keep with their pace
And each night I return worn and exhausted from haste
Thanking God in the dark shine’s the moon’s patient face
Love it and it's the damn truth. In the end the race in only with ourselves.
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