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