You're on your way to work The corner stone, gas station clerk 5 AM, half-asleep, uniform coated with dirt
Each day is all the same You don't pray for health, but you pray for change You don't pray for sun, but you pray for rain And you ask God, \"what is your name?\"
You're on you way to shop at the grocery store that's down the block Through aisles of cans you walk, cause you'd rather spend than grow a crop
Each day is all the same You don't pray for health, but you pray for change You don't pray for sun, but you pray for rain And you ask God, \"what is your name?\"
You're on your way to church In your cleanest slacks and wrinkled shirt This country drive has its perks It's shorter than a hooker's skirt
Each day is all the same You don't pray for health, but you pray for change You don't pray for sun, but you pray for rain And you ask God, \"what is your name?\"
And we eat again, and we shower again, and we dress Again, and we clean again, and we drive again And we walk again, and computer again, and computer Again, and we feel again then it's gone again And we kiss again, and we sleep again, and computer Again, and computer again And we fight again then make-up again, and we work Again, and we make a friend, will we meet again? And we shop again, and computer again and computer Again, and we talk again or be mute again Try too hard again, or not at all again, and we read again And we sing again And computer again, and computer again, and we feel Again then it's gone again