Running Through the Airport

Dead end groove, feet on the floor

Another day, routine malaise

Sun is up, drink from the cup

Paying the rent, parking ticket

Long is the day, long is the night

Just quarter with no end in sight

Dead end groove, Dead end groove

Gotta be a better record to chose

Having to wait, taking the train,

Running through the airport to make the plane

Daniel Daniel, I’m Daniel too,

How many Daniel’s are in this room?

The product is made, we’re packaging

The client is happy but I’m suffering

I want something outside of fear

Bring me back to the source to see

Let me go and let me be

Dead end groove, head on the floor

Shut the fuck up, work to the core

Changing it up, filling my cup

With a runner’s high, windin through my mind

Feeling wild, moving free

Outta breath, cannot breathe

Long is the day, long is the night

Not a mother fucking end in sight

Another’s eyes seen from mine

In different lines of rank and file

Let me go and let be