Clock in you're at work but you're not working so hard

Checking messages ten times a day ensuring you're not bored

Talking on someone else's dime

Put a quarter in the pay phone don't keep them waiting on the line


Rushing through time just to find myself

Asking someone in the future if they'd save me a space

Cause the line's getting longer with every hour

People forget why they're waiting 

The mood's turning sour


I don't want to go to school tomorrow

Stay up late watching TV

Eat a midnight snack I'll pretend it's Friday

Complacent as I'll ever be


See those gentle sheep following a path to who knows where

Chewing on the grass so plentiful the wool is growing thicker

But the grass is made of plastic and there's plastic on the grass

A mechanical lady with her garden hose waters the cement


Where's my mystical pan who plays on his flute?

Dancing entrancing those who choose to hear his tune

There'll be a man who comes out of hiding

He'll be the one who forces you to decide


Why can't I just believe just believe?

I can move my feet

Pondering is a step beyond wondering

Complacent as I'll ever be