The best blessing of the worst job
Time passing each time you check the clock
It looks like you could be anywhere at this time of night
But I know exactly where I am
In the old downtown no longer booming
As pop country freshly pumped out plays down to the last radio
My eyes don't know what color they want to be
Learning how to catch my breath over and over again
One more mile then I'm enabled
They've made me a machine so I function like one
Blowing black from my nose in the shower
As every night dependency grew
The sky's resolution zoomed and blurred like a censor bar
I don't care if it's stars or planes that dot the sky
What matters is things are moving
I'm so used to the lightning stuck there
That seldom makes a sound
When I hear what's coming it'll be too late