Regular Joe

He wakes up every morning, just before the sun Same old routine, nothing's ever fun

Birdsong is our embrace soon, sign neatly tied Life's a Disneyland ride, but the thrill is all but died

He's a machine, caught in motion, never asking why Living life on autopilot, just passing by

Regular joke, just living life so plain Up to excitement, never feels the pain, the pain

He's been riding on that subway for twenty-two long years No change at his station, no new gears

Nine to five, standing on the assembly line Clocking in, clocking out, never a sign

He's a machine, caught in motion, never asking why Living life on autopilot, just passing by

Regular joke, just living life so plain Up to excitement, never feels the pain, the pain

Never complains, never asks for more Locked in his cage, but it has no door

Watching TV reruns on repeat In his lonely world, not a soul to feed