Working so hard
What are you getting out of this
Commitment, have many nice things
But there's no time to take a rest
And you're spent
In the moment, you never seem to be
That time will come
Taken from those
You should be here, you look on
But you're not part of anything there
The days and the years are passing
Quite the man
With your worldly possessions
The crown upon you in all its glory
Driven around
Down these same ole roads
You've known far too long
Turning around's
Not an option in front of you
You're too far gone
And all the signs are warning him
A dead end street