Quarterlife Blues

Driving home from work
Wish I could quit each day
Stuck in a dead end job
But it brings home the pay

Sirens up ahead
A blaring wake-up call
If today were my last
Would I care at all

I’m drowning in the sound
Heading for a breakdown
A hamster in a wheel
Spinning round and round
Colliding with my thoughts
And always losing ground
Running for my life
But heading for a breakdown

What if the victim’s my wife
Our love’s been fading by degrees
Would I feel lonely and lost
Or finally free

Am I just like my father
And his father too
Settling for a life
Just hoping to get through

I’m drowning in the sound
Heading for a breakdown
A hamster in a wheel
Spinning round and round
Colliding with my thoughts
And always losing ground
Running for my life
But heading for a breakdown