Work Daze

Up at 9 today, took the train to Soho
Getting by, on this little cafe
Got to make good or the daily java joe's will call me out
So when I'm out, in my head, I can't help to think about

Grassy hills outside of my little bunk house
the sound of children running around to a ring from a little wooden house
and how I fell into a vortex and fell back out
into this Workdaze

Coffee time moves like speed
when you're on your 8th cup
and my eyes are blood shot red
from coffee grinds shooting out of my head
I hope it's closing time soon
So these thoughts of mine can bring me back to you

Grassy hills outside of my little bunk house
the nights with you and I watching the stars coming out
How we were invincible and now so vulnerable out
into this Workdaze

I held your hand and you held mine back
and life, as we knew it, was a fine romance
How I wish to be there again and never coming back
to this Workdaze