This song was written entirely in my head while driving around the Dallas/Fort Worth area.
lyrics
BANG goes the alarm, and we're up, and we run around
Trying to get ready for the day.
Coffee in our cup, drink it up while we brush our teeth
Trying hard to brighten up the gray.
Rushing out the door, and we struggle to start the car
We will never make it - so we fear.
Finally we arrive and our boss taps his watch and says
"You can't be late. I thought I made that clear."
Filling out reports, forms and charts, spreadsheets, more reports
Til our work is coming out our ears.
Eyes are looking over our shoulder at all we do
We shout a cry that nobody hears.
Trying to get out of this endless insanity
A solution we can't seem to find.
So we do all that we can to get through each day
Making sure that we don't fall behind.
Could it be that one day we will be set free?
Not have to waste our time and effort stuck in this place.
Instead we're living on a treadmill
Feel like I'm running on a treadmill
Running hard but staying at a standstill
Might as well be living in an anthill
This is what we'll be until...
Now the workday's done, clocking out, to the parking lot
Now has come the time to hit the road.
Hoping to unwind on the drive, leave the day behind
But it can't remove the heavy load.
Chaos on the freeway with all going nowhere fast
Accidents, construction, no one moves.
This is not the way life was meant to be lived by us
Stress and heart conditions, this it proves.
Could it be that one day we will be set free?
Not have to waste our time and effort stuck in this place.
Instead we're living on a treadmill
Feel like I'm running on a treadmill
Running hard but staying at a standstill
Might as well be living in an anthill
This is what we'll be until...
Finally the weekend is here, hallelujah!
Now we can relax, enjoy the day.
But we have the work around the house, all the yardwork
This we have to do before we play.
Trying in the short time we have to get it done
How to do? We're racking our brain.
Finally we lay in our bed and we fall asleep
Waking up it's Monday again.
Oh yes we're living on a treadmill
Feel like I'm running on a treadmill
Running hard but staying at a standstill
Might as well be living in an anthill
Feeling like a piece of roadkill
Spinning around just like a windmill
Molding and rusting in a landfill
Getting shredded in a sawmill
This is what we'll be until...
credits
from The Secret Place,
released March 11, 2017
Music and lyrics by Scott Gillham
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