I woke up
Like any other day, filled up my cup
And nothing came
Grab my keys
Rushin' out the door I'm late again
More of the same

More of the same days
Punchin' in and punchin' out of someone else's dream
More of the same things
Collecting hours,
Counting down until you can pull your own strings

It's five o'clock,
Applebees again, I guess it's fine
I'll get the wings
I check the stocks
The dow is down again, I guess it's fine
I'll get the check

More of the same days
Punchin' in and punchin' out of someone else's dream
More of the same things
Collecting hours,
Counting down until you can pull your own strings

I get the call,
On Saturday from the boss man
"You gotta come in right now."
The final straw,
If it's not now this time I'd never come again
I've had enough

No more of the same days
Punchin' in and punchin' out of someone else's dream
No more of the same things
Collecting hours,
Counting down until you can pull your own strings

I woke up,
My sandals soaking up some sun [it's fine]
It's my [tag time]
I looked up,
Just in time to see her checkin' in
Looks like Martha quit as well...