Seven seconds late I'm bound to miss my early train Waiting for a second one The clock is beating up my brain My briefcase is on fire And it's weighing half a ton And I've got no time for setting See you later, gotta run And no, you won't get a chance to keep up with me Trails of paperwork will be all that you'll ever see And no, I'm not slowing down for a saturday You keep up your wasting and I will be on my way But ooh It's alright 'Cause I'm gonna put myself in a box tonight Train tickets, paycheckes And prozac for me Yes, the tracks are going straight Just as far as I can see Twenty-four rush hours Seven days a week Makes me feel a little sick But it puts me on the peak And no, you won't get a chance to keep up with me Trails of paperwork will be all that you'll ever see And no, I'm not slowing down for a saturday You keep up your wasting and I will be on my way But ooh It's alright 'Cause I'm gonna put myself in a box tonight Seven seconds silence Little early for the train And it's getting on my nerves I wanna get back on the lane Way too many people Doing life in slo-mo While I'm waiting for my ride Oh here it is, I've gotta go And no, you won't get a chance to keep up with me Trails of paperwork will be all that you'll ever see And no, I'm not slowing down for a saturday You keep up your wasting and I will be on my way But ooh It's alright 'Cause I'm gonna put myself in a box tonight