Workin' this job ain't payin' the bills. Sick and tired rat race takin' my thrills. Kickin' down a road, not a dollar in my pocket. Nighttime falls and I'm ready to rock it.
I count the falling tears. They fall before my eyes. Seems like a thousand years. Since we broke the ties. I call you on the phone. But never get a rise.
When you see your face in the mirror. Does it seem the end is gettin' nearer. All your life you spent as a wheeler. Now the hole you dug, it gettin' deeper.