[George] An old man sits at his desk

One year from retirement,

And he's up for review

Not quite sure what to do

Each passing year

The workload grows



[Dallas] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late

For things to go my way

It always ends up the same

(Count your blessings)

I must be missing, I must be missing the point

Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise

(Count your blessings on one hand)



So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life



[George] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,

Even though his joints are clogged with rust



[Wade] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away

Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day

(Count your blessings)

My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away

Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late

(Count your blessings on one hand)



[Dallas] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life



[George] Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day

There's no loyalty and no remorse

Youth sold for a pension cheque

And it makes him fucking sick

He's heating up, he can't say no



(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)[x4]



[Dallas] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

(So wait up)

So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die

Wait up for me

Wait up for me

Wait up for me