And it's beginning to get to me That I know more of the stars and sea Than I do of what's in your head Barely touching in our cold bed They're always fighting with aching joints It's doing nothing but tire us out No one knows what this fight's about We

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

It's like too much to describe, yeah, it's enough for two lives And I could never stand by nothing but at least I'm gon' try Ain't nothin' to it but to do it, throw away that phone 'Cause I know you missed a snap on a another, I can name three or four

It's so hard when it doesn't come easy It's so hard It's so hard when it doesn't come fast To prove everybody wrong Back when we started We didn't know how hard it was Living on nothing But what the wind would bring to us Now we've got something

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

It's a lot to you, it's a lot to you But it ain't nothing to me People talk, it's just word of mouth No, it ain't nothing to me You talking loud 'cause I'm not around Yeah, that's something to see Say I’m the man and I'm winning now That shit ain't

Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two Forget reality, waking up is hard to do Remember when there was nothing else to do But to lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you and no one else

Eyes on the hourglass As we sink into the sand Time's up, there's nothing we can do about it It's fine, love, 'cause I know I'mma live without it When I wake up in the morning I don't really want too much See this song but as a warning 'Cause you're too

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,