A Routine Day

Verse #1:

It started off a routine day

I got through the morning in the usual way

I caught the bus on time

Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive

As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane

And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane

Ho hum

The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn

Verse #2:

Midday comes

I break for lunch

With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch

To the park where I hope to find

A little bit of peace of mind

As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race

I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared

But then as quickly disappeared again

Bridge:

So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game

With so much to lose yet so little to gain

You sell your life away

Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog

You trade your future for a dead-end job

That's full of routine days

Routine days

Verse #3:

I race the clock to the end of my day

The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay

But was it worth the grind

Just to keep from falling behind

I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar

My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars

Humdrum

And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes