Up so early,   light rain's falling,   cold blue glass ahead.      Feeling numb   I took the lift -    tried to face up to another days work.      All the paper we throw away,   just to get through the day.      There's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow;   so I put him on hold, as it buys me a little time   everyone knows that he's not gonna go away.      And the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair;   but she wants to get payed   for the job she doesn't do.   Everyone said they don't pay enough anyway.      Cups of water   and a photo-copier   take me up to lunch.      Stare at my screen;   and I fall into a dream   say I won't be here for long.      All the paper we throw away,   just to keep ourselves sane.      There's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow;   so I put him on hold, as it buys me a little time   everyone knows that he's not gonna go away.      And the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair;   but she wants to get payed   for the job she doesn't do.   Everyone said they don't pay enough anyway.