The silver lines stretch on ahead

No control of where they go

I catch a glimpse of what's beyond the trees

All these people staring back at me

When you're lost like me

No way to run

Stuck in a job

You must stop and think there are better things outside

I waste my time like I'm supposed to do

I must work and I must die

A funny thought then occurs to me

Is this really what we must rely on

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When you're lost like me

No way to run

Stuck in a job

You must stop and think there are better things outside