BTP - Goin' Thru the Gears Lyrics

There's this kid I knew way back in high school, yea he was pretty cool
He thought about college but he did not want, the knowledge
To become what he had feared, to become what he had feared

Sitting at a desk, wearing a vest, just going through the gears

He got a call from this guy named Bob, he said come over here and talk to me
I've got something for you I hope you won't refuse
A degree to set you free, a degree to set you free... or you can be

Sitting at a desk, wearing a vest, going through the gears

Another week starts, he's lying in bed and the alarm blows up
Next thing you know, he's on his way, to Chicago for his first big job
The people he sees, the friends he meets yea...
The people he sees, the friends he meets, well he could have been

Sitting at a desk, wearing a vest, going through the gears
Sitting at a desk, wearing a vest, going through the gears

Oh oh oh oh oh oh, where he goes nobody knows
Out on the road trying to find his home
And hopefully his home it won't remind him of his past because he could have been

Sitting at a desk, wearing a vest, going through the gears