Wake up for my 9 to 5. Gotta
Make bread to stay alive. Take a
Shot of coffee to hold my eyes
Open again. It's a
Long road and a lonely ride. Gotta
Pump gas to make it drive. Stuck in
Day dreams of a freer life
But when? And I'm
Caught up in the daily grind. Workin'
Dull jobs to turn a dime. I wanna
Skip town but I ain't got the time
To spend
My friend, it's all for you anyway
In the end. The reason that I spend my days
Workin' - doesn't matter what I'm paid
Is to find love in the life I've made
And my bed, the surest place that I can lay
My head. No place that I would rather stay
Instead, when I feel my faith start to fray
I rely on a longer thread
Not the daily grind
Not the daily grind
One day there might come a time when
I make it to the finish line and
That'll be the day I finally find
Heaven
Why I've always got these searchin' eyes? Can't
Find passion without some surprise. Men
Thrive on what they haven't tried
To invent. If I
Had it my way I'd turn back the dial; travel
Way back before we learned this style. Unravel
The mystery of why we're occupied with
What's not worthwhile
But my friend, it's all for you anyway
In the end. The reason that I spend my days
Workin' - doesn't matter what I'm paid
Is to find love in the life I've made
And my bed, the surest place that I can lay
My head. No place that I would rather stay
Instead, when I feel my faith start to fray
I rely on a longer thread
Not the daily grind
Not the daily grind
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Wake up for my 9 to 5. Gotta
Make bread to stay alive. Take a
Shot of coffee to hold my eyes
Open again. It's a
Long road and a lonely ride. Gotta
Pump gas to make it drive. Stuck in
Day dreams of a freer life
But when? And I'm
Caught up in the daily grind. Workin'
Dull jobs to turn a dime. I wanna
Skip town but I ain't got the time
To spend
My friend, it's all for you anyway
In the end. The reason that I spend my days
Workin' - doesn't matter what I'm paid
Is to find love in the life I've made
And my bed, the surest place that I can lay
My head. No place that I would rather stay
Instead, when I feel my faith start to fray
I rely on a longer thread
Not the daily grind
Not the daily grind
One day there might come a time when
I make it to the finish line and
That'll be the day I finally find
Heaven
Why I've always got these searchin' eyes? Can't
Find passion without some surprise. Men
Thrive on what they haven't tried
To invent. If I
Had it my way I'd turn back the dial; travel
Way back before we learned this style. Unravel
The mystery of why we're occupied with
What's not worthwhile
But my friend, it's all for you anyway
In the end. The reason that I spend my days
Workin' - doesn't matter what I'm paid
Is to find love in the life I've made
And my bed, the surest place that I can lay
My head. No place that I would rather stay
Instead, when I feel my faith start to fray
I rely on a longer thread
Not the daily grind
Not the daily grind
Make bread to stay alive. Take a
Shot of coffee to hold my eyes
Open again. It's a
Long road and a lonely ride. Gotta
Pump gas to make it drive. Stuck in
Day dreams of a freer life
But when? And I'm
Caught up in the daily grind. Workin'
Dull jobs to turn a dime. I wanna
Skip town but I ain't got the time
To spend
My friend, it's all for you anyway
In the end. The reason that I spend my days
Workin' - doesn't matter what I'm paid
Is to find love in the life I've made
And my bed, the surest place that I can lay
My head. No place that I would rather stay
Instead, when I feel my faith start to fray
I rely on a longer thread
Not the daily grind
Not the daily grind
One day there might come a time when
I make it to the finish line and
That'll be the day I finally find
Heaven
Why I've always got these searchin' eyes? Can't
Find passion without some surprise. Men
Thrive on what they haven't tried
To invent. If I
Had it my way I'd turn back the dial; travel
Way back before we learned this style. Unravel
The mystery of why we're occupied with
What's not worthwhile
But my friend, it's all for you anyway
In the end. The reason that I spend my days
Workin' - doesn't matter what I'm paid
Is to find love in the life I've made
And my bed, the surest place that I can lay
My head. No place that I would rather stay
Instead, when I feel my faith start to fray
I rely on a longer thread
Not the daily grind
Not the daily grind
Writer: Adrian DiMatteo
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