Now I'm waking up a little long
Trying to send some money home
And I can't feel my head
Dave playin' his sad trombone
Paying off his student loan
And the world keeps turning mad
Can? Is it too much to ask?
I wanna be a photograph
Standin' still alone
Fate running like a distant trait
Like chicken liver as your bait
It always sinks too slow
And I ain't proud to go home
I work myself down to the bone
Now I think I need a little change
Cry war with all jaded ways
And give myself a break
Dave still playin' his sad trombone
Trying to find his stolen tone
And the world keeps turning mad
And I ain't proud to go home
I work myself down to the bone