People Go Home - Jukebox the Ghost

Days can be counted by the money spent

Today was just another, better left unsaid

Days can be counted by the time 'til rent

Tomorrow’s just another, like the one that comes next

The car to the highway that leads to the job

At the desk by the boss with the elegant watch

The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock

Mark the moments 'til the ticking stops

And over time, the expectations grow

People go to work, people go home

People go to work and then people go home

People go to work, people go home

People go to work and then people go home

Desk with the calendar, pull off a page

Toss it in the bin where you throw them away

Think of all the things that you’d do with a raise

Yesterday’s another today going to waste

The car to the highway that takes you back home

To the wife and the kids and the dog with the bone

The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock

Mark the moments 'til the ticking stops

And over time, the expectations grow

People go to work, people go home

People go to work and then people go home

People go to work, people go home

People go to work and then people go home

And over time, the expectations

Sick of themselves, become replaced with

The thing you hate, and always hated

Know what I mean, yeah?

People go to work, people go home

People go to work and then people go home

People go to work, people go home

People go to work and then people go home

People go to work and then people go home

People go to work and then people go home

People go to work and then people go home

People go to work and then people go home