Same Old Grind

Everyday it’s the same old grind
Get up early, leave the house behind
When All I really want to do is stay in bed
Pull those covers up around my hear
Make believe today that I am someone else instead
I’m looking outside as the snowflakes fly
They said spring was early but again they lied
Well all I really want to do is fly away
Find me an island where the palm trees sway
Make believe I really lived all my life this way Chorus
9 to 5 and a two hour drive
There must be more to being alive
One more day and I think I’ll cry
I want to do more than just survive
All I really want to do is find someone
Who’ll rub my shoulders when the day is done
We’ll travel all around the world a time or two
Wear out thirty, forty pairs of shoes
We won’t have to make believe because it’s true Chorus