A Routine Day Lyrics - Klaatu

It started off a routine day 

I got through the morning in the usual way 

I caught the bus on time 

Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive 

As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane 

And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane 

Ho hum 

The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn 

Midday comes 

I break for lunch 

With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch 

To the park where I hope to find 

A little bit of peace of mind 

As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race 

I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared 

But then as quickly disappeared again 

So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game 

With so much to lose yet so little to gain 

You sell your life away 

Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog 

You trade your future for a dead-end job 

That's full of routine days 

Routine days 

I race the clock to the end of the day 

The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay 

But was it worth the grind 

Just to keep from falling behind 

I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar 

My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars 

Humdrum 

And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes