On my way to work everyday
I jump past the crowds and hop the trains
To save a look from my boss’s fat face
He’s nice and all but I don’t think he’s a friend of mine
Through the haze there’s a spark within
Chasing dreams in a world that spins
Every step a story begins
Beyond these walls where my heart has been
Feel the rhythm of the city’s pulse
I’m in the crowd but I’m feeling lost
Paying dues no matter the cost
Searching for the lines that I’ve crossed
On my way to work everyday
Starting to feel like it robs me
More than it pays
Sky’s the limit but it feels so far
Dreaming big under the same old stars
Riding this life like it’s a runaway car
Looking for a place where the real are
On my way to work everyday
I push past the crowds and I jump the trains
To save a look from my fat boss’s face
He’s kind and all, but I know he’s no friend of mine
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