There’s always someone, to take your place
There’s always something, to spend your money on
You never find the time, to do what you wanted to
You have other reasons, why you could never stop
It’s just a job, it’s just a job to you
And now I’m hanging, by the smallest thread
And I’m looking, for a cliff to sleep on
All this picking, through these wasted days
Watch me change my shape, slip into another form
It’s just a job, it’s just a job to you
Let me take you to the fields
Let me feed from your touch
It’s just a job to you
Let me show you how to burn
Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
