Seven seconds late
I'm bound to miss my early train
Waiting for a second one
The clock is beating up my brain
My briefcase is on fire
And it's weighing half a ton
And I've got no time for setting
See you later, gotta run
And no, you won't get a chance to keep up with me
Trails of paperwork will be all that you'll ever see
And no, I'm not slowing down for a saturday
You keep up your wasting and I will be on my way
But ooh
It's alright
'Cause I'm gonna put myself in a box tonight
Train tickets, paycheckes
And prozac for me
Yes, the tracks are going straight
Just as far as I can see
Twenty-four rush hours
Seven days a week
Makes me feel a little sick
But it puts me on the peak
And no, you won't get a chance to keep up with me
Trails of paperwork will be all that you'll ever see
And no, I'm not slowing down for a saturday
You keep up your wasting and I will be on my way
But ooh
It's alright
'Cause I'm gonna put myself in a box tonight
Seven seconds silence
Little early for the train
And it's getting on my nerves
I wanna get back on the lane
Way too many people
Doing life in slo-mo
While I'm waiting for my ride
Oh here it is, I've gotta go
And no, you won't get a chance to keep up with me
Trails of paperwork will be all that you'll ever see
And no, I'm not slowing down for a saturday
You keep up your wasting and I will be on my way
But ooh
It's alright
'Cause I'm gonna put myself in a box tonight