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 didn't matter

Turned all of my whines into "doing fines"

It saves me so much time



I'm stuck in a square, becoming one too

Three stories above i hear there's a view

Long way to the ground

But i'll probably stick around



Now i've got a view

Miles to the ocean

But i can't see you and maintain devotion

I wish i could say, "i'll be there"



And slowly the stories start to unbind

And tell me the years spent never were mine

I'm 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

You've got the most space with the greatest of views

You've paid off the debt you owe to your heart

You've paid off the debt, now go and restart