Days can be counted by the money spent
Today was just another better left unsaid
Days can be counted by the time to rent
Tomorrow's just another like the one that comes next
The quarter of the highway that leads to the job
At the desk by the boss with the elegant watch
The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock
Mark the moments till the ticking stops
But over time the expectations grow
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
Desk with the calendar, pull off a page
Toss it in the bin where you throw them away
Think of all the things that you'd do with a raise
Yesterday's another today going to waste
The quarter of the highway that takes you back home
To the wife and the kids and the dog with the bone
The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock
Mark the moments till the ticking stops
But over time the expectations grow
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
But over time the expectations
Circle themselves, become replaced with
The thing you hit, and always hit it
Know what I mean, yeah
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
People go to work and then people go home
