Boss said, "Mac, I need to see you. It's Friday afternoon about five. We have to make some cuts around here. Sorry, Mac, you won't survive". . He sat there stunned in silence.
I wanna go. I, I wanna. I, I wanna go. I, I wanna. . Unspoken words you know just what to do. The rhythm moves like, second nature to you. So primitive, it fits you like a glove.