Work

Look out the window at the morning sun
Weekend’s over, day’s begun
Some like a farmer to his plow
Still working
In the city, children play
Men in suits on Saturday
Women, too, all going away
Hey, they’re working
Here I sit in my usual place
Winter just touched my face
Though I’ll be sitting there all day
Hey, I’m working
Even if things change
Still they stay the same
The clock that makes our sun and rain
Is ever turning
You can take a vacation, it’ll be nice
Go out to a party once or twice
Get away for the weekend
Where will you go
Somewhere nice, somewhere sweet
Better make it close
‘Cause come the week, you’ll be back to work
But now it’s lunch, time for a break
Work is paused
The work they make
Some like the farmer to his plow
Still working
Some have no time for things today
Busy work of the world at play
A man tries to make his lover stay
Hey, they’re working
I’ve barely moved half an inch
My mind’s been roaming continents
How ‘bout you, out in your stint
Are you working
Even if things change
Still they stay the same
The clock that makes out joy and pain
Is ever turning
You can take a vacation, it’ll be nice
Go out to a party once or twice
Get away for the weekend
Where will you go
Somewhere nice, somewhere sweet
Better make it close
‘Cause come the week, you’ll be back to work
Evening bells ringing over the town
Children lay their studies down
Whether it’s dinner or a dream
Their minds are working
Like everything that’s on the earth
Curtain down, fresh at birth
Strain for joy, strain for mirth
Joy is working
And meanwhile back behind the plow
He’s sown a field or two somehow
The grateful sweat pours from his brow
‘Cause he’s working
Even if things change
Still they say the same
The clock that makes our sun and rain
Is ever turning
You can take a vacation, it’ll be nice
Go out to a party once or twice
Get away for the weekend
Where will you go
Somewhere nice, somewhere sweet
Somewhere hot, sitting on a beach
Better make it close
‘Cause come the week
You’ll be back to work