At the end of the day Nerves are worn, a little frayed Move to wash up after toil Look to see the sweat and soil Passion for existence Can't be bought, can't be sold Altering conditions to pave the way Caution on hold Caught in a rut of safe procedures Realize that change is always a feature So you've done what you're told Following the rule of gold Rescued from obscurity By a sense of destiny When the cast peels away Clearing fog reveals the day Thoughts and plans and dreams take shape As new fears wait to awake Caught in a rut of safe procedures Realize that change is always a feature