Clock in you’re at work but you’re not working so hard   Checking messages ten times a day ensuring you’re not bored   Talking on someone else’s dime   Put a quarter in the pay phone don’t keep them waiting on the line      Rushing through time just to find myself   Asking someone in the future if they’d save me a space   Cause the line’s getting longer with every hour   People forget why they’re waiting   The mood’s turning sour      I don’t want to go to school tomorrow   Stay up late watching TV   Eat a midnight snack I’ll pretend it’s Friday   Complacent as I’ll ever be      See those gentle sheep following a path to who knows where   Chewing on the grass so plentiful the wool is growing thicker   But the grass is made of plastic and there’s plastic on the grass   A mechanical lady with her garden hose waters the cement      Where’s my mystical pan who plays on his flute?   Dancing entrancing those who choose to hear his tune   There’ll be a man who comes out of hiding   He’ll be the one who forces you to decide      Why can’t I just believe just believe?   I can move my feet   Pondering is a step beyond wondering   Complacent as I’ll ever be