Hey kid, come on down, quit collecting clouds
You're much better off catching worms from the ground
Now sit, type, and stare at a pretty, new screen
And all hail the voice that wakes up your dreams
That wakes up your dreams
You can go anywhere while asleep in your bed
But when you wake up, shake it all from your head
Slip on a smile and tie, and force down some coffee
And all hail the boy who swallows his screams
The road is long and dark
Cutthroat, cold, and harsh
That's just the way it is
So all hail the pearls that flow from those lips
Are you choking from all the dust in the street? (yeah)
And are you sick of living life two days a week?
Well the carousel spins in an infinite course
So all hail the kid who jumps off his horse
Jumps off his horse
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