Из альбома: The Ballad of Willy Robbins
I go to work in the morning
I go to work every day
though the boss gave me a warnin’
I get run down by the foreman
I dream through my mornings
I dream through my days
You know I come home
by the sight of cigarette circles glowin'
to go blind was fine when we were young
but now dear, your disguise is fallin'
so I'm up again the next morning
an' you and I, we keep it that way
The dull in the television dream
distracts me
after work what do I got left to believe?
my soul's replaced by machines
I am static in the evening
and back at it by morning
No I don’t catch the politics
the sport of the presidents
none of these days, news do stick
I’ll admit I'm apathetic
does my word matter anyway?
war or not, work’s enough each day
Well those days I spoke out my choice
most days I try to avoid it
now I can hardly hear that voice
it's driven outta me each day
I dreamt away my mornings
I dreamt away my days