Two hours of my day stuck in a traffic jam; Get home just in time to watch it on TV. Makes me start to wonder exactly who I am, And if I am even close to where I should be. Get up next morning to my wind-up Big Ben; Without any warning, power's out again. Seems I'm in the dark about so many things; Still a kid in the park standing by the swings. I pull up to work, the parking lot's filled; I don't have that perk, that reserved-spot thrill. I find the last space halfway across town; The skies open up, and I almost drown. I've been nickeled and dimed, Drawn and quartered; I have half a mind To cross that crazy border. Dollars to donuts, It would be way shorter, Save a world of time, Save shipping on my order. Get to my office, drenched to the bone; "Glad you could join us!" says my speakerphone. I apologize profusely to my boss, A mix of truth and lies to get my point across. I work hard all day, fall further behind; Must be a better way, better than this grind. I hike thirty blocks back to my beater; The temperature's dropped, wish I had a heater. I've been nickeled and dimed, Drawn and quartered; I have half a mind To cross that crazy border. Dollars to donuts, It would be way shorter, Save a world of time, Save shipping on my order. Two hours of my day stuck in a traffic jam; Get home just in time to watch it on TV. Makes me start to wonder exactly who I am, And if I am even close to where I should be.