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Sittin' here, restless. Playin' with my necklace, Waitin' for somthing to happen. But the time's ticking by, and I don't know why matters. the sounds of ticking and tocks from all of the clocks I want to shatter. Well I'd like to drive away to some destination Live and be fancy free for any duration But the car's outta gas, and I'm on my ass Makin an excuse. And while it's no joke, I'm cold and I'm broke, I'm a recluse. *Got too many obligations Too much responsibility Too much stress, and not enough rest And too much anxiety I lost my smile about a few years back, That's when my life went off the track, And if you see my face, you'll see the cracks. All of the cracks in me. Well, I think it'd fun, I think it'd be grand If everyone had just a little bit of land, You could build you could grow, you could reap you could sow all of your grains. Just a handful of land, some lumber, some sand To maintain. Well I got a good job, and I got a good man. Sometimes things don't go as we planned, We struggle, we fight, to make it alright all of the time. We work hard, we play, at the end of the day We're just fine. To *