#songwriting

Rolled up to work Monday morning, the fires were burning
Everyone was talking, but no-one made a sound
The whole office was buzzing with fear and tension
Good knows I'll be grateful, when Friday rolls around

But I'd rather be rolling, like a stone that gathers no moss as it heads downhill, I'd
Rather be talking, like a head on the evening news;
Rather be buzzing, like the phone three rows up someone forgot to set on mute,
I'd rather be grateful, like a dead man singing the blues.