There's work to do and money to earn and people to see
The balancing act is a twenty-four-hour forgery
Seven days cannot contain just how weak I feel
Sundays offer hope that every Monday aims to steal
Fiction only makes it worse
We live in dreams and feed the curse
But when your dollar lets you down
True riches can be found
It takes different kinds of glories
To tell our full stories
The special and repetitive
The debts we earn, rewards we give
Don't die for your wages just to live
There's work to do and joy to be shared and people to see
The balancing act is a labor of love in delivery
Necessary evils can be voluntary goods
When we steal back our privilege from self-imposing "should"s
Real life happens when we see
Into our shared humanity
And drop the dressed up masks we wear
We don't have to be scared
It takes different kinds of glories
To tell our full stories
The special and repetitive
The debts we earn, rewards we give
Don't die for your wages just to live
It takes different kinds of glories
To tell our full stories
The special and repetitive
The joy we get, the love we give
Don't die for your wages just to live
It could all drive you insane
Till you see it's gloriously mundane