From the recording Stories of Strangers
Lyrics
He stares at the clock again
Confined by the same walls again
Is this the perfect life?
Working the daily grind
She sits all alone again
Assigned to the same screen again
Is she the perfect wife?
Living the daily grind
The hours unwind
The engine grinds
We bide our time
For fives and nines
Suits scurry like mice
To impress people they don’t like
In concrete honeycombs
Waiting on fives and nines
The hours unwind
The engine grinds
We bide our time
For fives and nines