Lyrics

VERSE 1
I take the train to the city in the mornin’
All the men in their suits are swarmin’
Busy little bees, busy little bees
I don't know but I believe
I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time
Living the dream but it ain't mine
Go and fetch the stick, go and fetch the stick
Howling at the moon cause this collar don't fit

CHORUS
This job ain't me and I ain't my job
Every hour spent is an hour robbed
I'm 50 years old but when I grow up
I'd trade it all for love, trade it all for love.

VERSE 2
I spend my days chasing after dollars
On the phone racking up the hours
Ticking of the clock, Ticking of the clock
Time to buy or sell the stock
I'm just another cog in the corporate wheel
Rootin’ around for another deal
Piggies at the trough, piggies at the trough
Grime and mud will never wash off

CHORUS
This job ain't me and I ain't my job
Every hour spent is an hour robbed
I'm 50 years old but when I grow up
I'd trade it all for love, trade it all for love.

BRIDGE
There's a secret song playing in my heart
It's a song of dreams it's a song of art
Someday soon I will leave this place
Say goodbye to the man say goodbye rat-race

CHORUS
This job ain't me and I ain't my job
Every hour spent is an hour robbed
I'm 50 years old but when I grow up
I'd trade it all for love, trade it all for love.

Chris's most recent album - After The Flood is a collection of songs full of heart from a seasoned and skilled craftsman mining life’s subject matter – family, work, love and love lost, childhood memories, and finding one’s place in the universe.

PRODUCED, ENGINEERED AND MASTERED by Doug Kwartler at Hollow Body Studios
Chelmsford, MA hollowbodystudios.com