Written, recorded, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
In a crowded subway,
She looks around in silence,
Wondering what's kept her going on and on defiant.
Everyday that passes is identical to the last one.
Only difference is the calendar number.
Get me out of the routine,
She'll cry out each night.
Take me far from ordinary,
I dream it's close in sight.
The office space she sits in
Matches everyone elses,
Yet it's never hard to find this place she inhabits.
Nine to five, Monday through Friday,
The boss awaits to order.
Tedious chores that make no sense,
To annoy and only flatter.
Get me out of the routine,
She'll cry out each night.
Take me far from ordinary,
I dream it's close in sight.
Finally the shift is over,
To sigh a false sense of relief.
For just a moment time seems to mean
A certain something.
Then realization sets back in,
And the mood begins to swing,
To repetitious reflexes in a job that never ends.
Copyright 2021; Bob Forbes