At the end of the day Nerves are worn, a little frayed Move to wash up after toil Look to see the sweat and soil Pa**ion for existence Can't be bought, can't be sold Altering conditions to pave the way Caution on hold Caught in a rut of safe procedures Realize that change is always a feature So you've done what you're told
Following the rule of gold Rescued from obscurity By a sense of destiny When the cast peels away Clearing fog reveals the day Thoughts and plans and dreams take shape As new fears wait to awake Caught in a rut of safe procedures Realize that change is always a feature