On the Clock
Slumber never numbs sunlight
Alarm ends the brief respite
Pump the caffeine machine in vein
Zombies parked in the fast lane
Radio kingpin, I should’ve called in
Despite last night I’m going on the clock at eight
Daydreaming of elsewhere
Trade my soul in, grin, blend, incorporate
Punch in, punch out
Bird’s too late to catch the worm
Too early this in turn
Keeps the time flies off the kill
Their Father standing still
Blessed are the third shift, for theirs is the day’s gift
Seconds drag through hours on the clock today
Counting the moments
Biding time ‘til I lock down the attaché
Punch in, punch out
Living in silence
Passing it mindless
Wasting precious little else
Then buying all that we can’t save
Youth escapes, we blame it on the clock inside
Never the watchsmith
Pro-create or cut bait, each day we decide
Do we punch in or punch out?