It always ends up the same
There must be more to my life
So wait up, I'm not sleeping
So safe, day after day
Wait up for me
And he's up for review
Poor little tin man
There's so much to dream about
There's so much to dream about
I'm always wishing
Not quite sure what to do
Alone again tonight
Count your blessings
There must be more to my life
Each passing year
Your signal fades away
Still swinging his axe
I must be missing
My youth is slipping away
So wait up, I'm not sleeping
And I know for sure that it's too late
Wait up for me
Alone again tonight
So wait up I'm not sleeping
My youth is slipping
Punch the clock every single day
Count your blessings on one hand
I'm always wishing too late
The workload grows
My youth is slipping
Alone again tonight
Count your blessings on one hand
He's heating up, he can't say no
There must be more to my life
So wait up, I'm not sleeping
Cold wind blows off the lake
My youth is slipping away
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Even though his joints
Is where I'm going to die
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Count your blessings
Alone again tonight
Youth sold for a pension cheque
There's so much to dream about
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
And it makes him fucking sick
And all I'm left with is noise
There's no loyalty and no remorse
Are clogged with rust
Between the light and shallow waves
Safe in monotony
Can't help but feel betrayed
I must be missing the point
For things to go my way
