Boiled Frogs
Old man sits at his deskOne year from retirementAnd he's up for reviewHe's not quite sure what to do
Each passing yearThe workload grows
I'm always wishingI'm always wishing too lateFor things to come my wayIt always ends up the same
And I must be missingI must be missing the pointYour signal fades awayAnd all I'm left with is noise
So wait upI'm not sleeping alone again tonightThere's so much to dream aboutThere must be more to my life
Poor little tin manStill swinging his axeEven though, even thoughHis joints are clogged with rust
My youth is slippingMy youth is slipping awaySafe in monotonyDay after day
My youth is slippingMy youth is slipping awayCold wind blows off the lakeAnd I know for sure that it's too late
So wait upI'm not sleeping alone again tonightThere's so much to dream aboutThere must be more to my life
Wait upI'm not sleeping alone again tonightBetween the light and shallow wavesIs where I'm going to die
So won't you wait up for me?Won't you wait up for me?Won't you wait up for me?Oh, wait up for me