Nine to Five Dreaming

[Verse] Clock hits six, and I’m grindin’ that mill, Dust on my boots, and a heart to fill, Traffic jams and concrete skies, But I’m just a dreamer with my ticket eyes. [Verse 2] Boss man’s yellin’, can’t catch a break, Punchin’ this clock, till my spirit aches, Rusty ol’ truck, she’s coughin’ smoke, Hopin’ that lottery makes it a joke. [Chorus] Got a pocket full of scratch-offs, and a head full of dreams, Might just be a worker, but I’m burstin’ at the seams, One day I’ll be free, from this nine to five maze, Till then I’m just hopin’, for those lucky days. [Verse 3] Sun beats down, while I paint these lines, Whistle a tune to these old-time rhymes, Sweat drips down on this desert ground, But I got this reggae beat, keeps me sound. [Bridge] Dreamin’ of days on a sandy shore, Underneath stars, worry no more, Steel drums echo through the twilight air, Till then, I punch the clock, hold onto this prayer. [Verse 4] Friends talk big ’bout their fancy cars, Just want a break, reach for the stars, Bottle of patience, and a dash of hope, For that one winner, that lottery rope.