In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
unemployment line
this is what I do
this is how the day begins
I get up out of bed
and I go back in again
in time I make the coffee
wait for the mail to come
worry about money
feel like a bum
don't matter what I do
I'm always left behind
don't matter where I go
it's the unemployment line
fill out applications
update the resume
ignore the rejections
but they just won't go away
climbing through the classifieds
cry about craigslist
think of opportunities
that don't come
or that I've missed
tell myself that all good things
will come to me in time
but I'm lying to myself
in the unemployment line
patron saint of all lost causes
I could use you now
I need all the intervention
heaven will allow
all those soul-sucking jobs
I'd be glad for one today
one with health insurance
and maybe halfway decent pay
but no one can pay me back
for all the time I've lost
my disappearing confidence
has more than paid the cost
a chance to earn a paycheck
that rightfully is mine
it's just another day
in the unemployment line
it's just another day...
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