We paint this town in shades of gray   And the walls look high 'til you step away   Ain't it funny how you can look around   And never see the truth 'til it knocks you down   Never see the light 'til your - tradin' down   Work hard labor for your daily bread   While the golden dream spins around your head   Time gets money. money buys you time   For the foolish things that you left behind   Workin', workin' overtime   And tradin' down      It's gonna be alright, he said   It's gonna be alright   There's nothing that's here for us   That we won't mind missin'      Never see the light 'til your - tradin' down      There's no future for the workin' man   See him growin' old in the promised land   Nothin' to show for the wasted years   But a heart full of hollow and a taste of tears   Pushin' monday to the wall and   Tradin down...   Tradin down   Tradin down      From the album "gravity's rainbow"   Written by: n. giraldo & m. grombacher