When are you coming down
Leaving for your day of leisure
On a rule and tightly wound
If it's so funny, maybe you could laugh about it
You called in the captain and enlisted for the late
Still taking it easy
A languid salaam to the victress upon high
Well isn't that nice

When are you gonna turn around
Leaving from your core of sadness
Swan-dive form completely sound
If it's so tired, maybe you could live without it

When are you coming down
Blue-faced in the pink of morning
Flood light prone and clocking out
If you're so hemmed-in, baby maybe you can walk around
What's working you out