Get out of bed, get on the train.
Forget the paper, drink my coffee,
Now I'm looking out the window
of my ninth floor office.
is always clouding up my view
But it's a grey day anyway,
I would walk out the door
Strap on my wings and fly away
Get out of my head it was Friday,
a 10 a .m. cigarette break
Nobody seems to mind that I don't smoke
I just stand in line and choke
Or am I bored with the human race?
is always clouding up my view
But it's a grey day anyway so
I would walk out the door
Strap on my wings and fly away
If it was Friday, I could lose myself
Until the Monday morning rush on the train
I want some drama in my life
I wish the birds would sing
is always clouding up my view
It's a grey day anyway, so nothing new
I would walk out the door
Strap on my wings and fly away
Get out of my head if it was Friday
I could lose myself for a couple of days
Until the Monday morning rush
I would walk out the door
Strap on my wings and fly away
Get out of my head if it was Friday