What is it about office work that turns grown ups into children?
Why is that it brings out a silly pettiness that twists their minds?
Why do they feel the need to argue over nothing at all?
It’s so tiresome…it drains me…it bores me…
Is there so little going on in their own little lives,
That they feel the need for some excitement?
Are their little minds so closed and so small,
That all they can think of is fighting?
Why do I have to sit here day after day,
listening to this petty bickering?
Why can’t I just be on a beach far away,
Where the sun bakes down, the people smile
And laughter echoes across the waves…
oh please take me away...
Why is that it brings out a silly pettiness that twists their minds?
Why do they feel the need to argue over nothing at all?
It’s so tiresome…it drains me…it bores me…
Is there so little going on in their own little lives,
That they feel the need for some excitement?
Are their little minds so closed and so small,
That all they can think of is fighting?
Why do I have to sit here day after day,
listening to this petty bickering?
Why can’t I just be on a beach far away,
Where the sun bakes down, the people smile
And laughter echoes across the waves…
oh please take me away...


