See me at my desk, rested and well dressed
Always there on time
Funny how the clock that i used to watch
Now never seems to mind
Tried hard to collect interest and respect
By cutting out some things i thought didnt matter
Turned all of my whines into "doing fines"
It saves me so much time
Im stuck in a square, becoming one too
Three stories above i hear theres a view
Long way to the ground
But ill probably stick around
Now ive got a view
Miles to the ocean
But i cant see you and maintain devotion
I wish i could say, "ill be there"
And slowly the stories start to unbind
And tell me the years spent never were mine
Im always to owe a debt to my heart
Unless i can find a way to restart and take control
Slowly the edge gets closer to you
Youve got the most space with the greatest of views
Youve paid off the debt you owe to your heart
Youve paid off the debt, now go and restart
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