Sprawled out and killing time
And watching reruns clutching wine
Falling asleep, climbing the vines
Of lofty dreams dying
Steering a shopping cart
Through aisle sixteen mega mart
Tomato sauce, artichoke hearts
Fulfill desires of counterpart
Spinning ordinary into art
Driving the family car
Passed wrinkling malls, tired salad bars
Outdated news on NPR
Through icy clouds one lonely star
Where is the grand upgrade
The secret service motorcade
To clear the street of endless fray
I gotta make a getaway
Maybe then I will call it a day
Perhaps I should call it a day
I'm gonna call it a day
