LIVING IN LIMBO
Feeling fed up with fast, urban existence. A need to escape from a monotonous but well-paid job and do soething fulfilling and creative.
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A POCKET FULL OF DOLLARS BUT NO SPRING IN MY STRIDE
MY MIND’S ABSORBED, MY MIND’S DEGRADED
I WANNA CUT LOOSE AND DO THINGS MY WAY
I’M CRUSHED BY NUMBERS AND I FEEL SO JADED
THE FAÇADE IS GETTING TOUGHER TO MAINTAIN
IT’S AN ACT, IT’S A LIE, I’M JUST PRETENDING
UP AND DOWN LIKE A YO-YO I’M LIVING IN LIMBO
LIVING IN LIMBO, LIVING IN LIMBO
END OF THE DAY AND I LOOSEN MY COLLAR
YANK OFF MY TIE AND ITS DOWN TO THE BAR
I PAY FOR THE DRINKS AS THE SUN GOES DOWN
I FEEL SO LIGHT, I COULD FLY SO FAR
BUT IT STARTS AGAIN WHEN THE MORNING COMES
I PUT MY MASK ON AND HOPE I DON’T SUFFOCATE
UP AND DOWN LIKE A YO-YO I’M LIVING IN LIMBO
LIVING IN LIMBO, LIVING IN LIMBO
ONE OF THESE DAYS I’M GONNA BREAK THE PATTERN
FIND MY RHYTHM AND GO MY WAY
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT, I JUST NEED TO BELIEVE
BELIEVE IN ME AND A BETTER DAY
I KNOW I CAN STOP THE NUMBERS CRUNCHING
CHANGE THE SCRIPT AND BREATHE AGAIN
UP AND DOWN LIKE A YO-YO I’M LIVING IN LIMBO
LIVING IN LIMBO, LIVING IN LIMBO
© Adrian Mallinson 2023