Same Day, Different Week - Timeshares

It gets me down when I think about,

How every day is gonna go away,

And they’re not coming back.

I lay around, then I wonder how I let yesterday get so far away.

It’s never coming back.

They get up every morning at a quarter to eight.

Sit in traffic on the highway just to show up late

And make it home in time for dinner, in bed by ten.

But I’d rather drop dead,

Face down on the ground unexpectedly.

And I’d rather drop dead,

Face down with the good times pummeling me,

And I’d rather drop dead than live like them.

We talk about how we’re getting out

And say one day that we’ll run away,

And we’re not coming back.

But it gets us all in a different way.

They’ll drag us out when we wanna stay and never give us back.

They get up every morning at a quarter to six.

Drink a half a pot of coffee just to get their fix.

And take a pill to fall asleep at night, and do it again.

Yeah but I’d rather drop dead,

Face down on the ground unexpectedly.

And I’d rather drop dead,

Face down with the good times pummeling me.

And I’d rather drop dead than live like them.

«Eric, lately I’ve been thinking a lot about time,»

And it’s wearing a hole through my head.

Yeah and lately I’ve been watching years go by.

And I’m selling off all the days I have left that I’d rather not spend.

There’s nothing left but regret and I’d rather drop dead.

It gets me down when I think about,

How every day is gonna go away.

And they’re not coming back.