Klaatu A Routine Day Lyrics

A Routine Day Lyrics

It started off a routine day 

I got through the morning in the usual way


I caught the bus on time 

Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive 

As I
sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane 

And pressed my nose against the
foggy window pane 

Ho hum 

The life I lead would even make a dead man
yawn 

Midday comes 

I break for lunch 

With my sandwich and a beer
I go on a hunch 

To the park where I hope to find 

A little bit of
peace of mind 

As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race 

I felt
a strange sensation that without a trace appeared 

But then as quickly
disappeared again 



So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the
game 

With so much to lose yet so little to gain 

You sell your life
away 

Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog 

You trade
your future for a dead-end job 

That's full of routine days 

Routine
days 



I race the clock to the end of my day 

The paycheck in my
pocket makes me feel okay 

But was it worth the grind 

Just to keep
from falling behind 

I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar 

My
face discreetly buried in a book on Mars 

Humdrum 

And I'm waiting on
the pier 'til Charon comes