White Collar Man Lyrics - Linda Davis

You sit in church on Sunday 

Running figures in your head 

You plan tomorrow's meetings 

As I slip off to bed 

No time for the children's homework 

Lord, you never take a rest 

You can't let the simple things 

Interfere with your success 

White collar man 

With a briefcase in your hand 

Can you hear your children call from your backyard 

They need you in their world right now 

More than things that you grew up without 

Precious time is running through your hands 

White collar man 

You can't unwind on the weekends 

Like you did in our younger days 

The deadlines and promotions 

I can read them on your face 

Your family need attention 

And you need some time alone 

What you gave at the office 

There's not much left when you get home 

White collar man 

With a briefcase in your hand 

Can you hear your children call from your backyard 

They need you in their world right now 

More than things that you grew up without 

Precious time is running through your hands 

White collar man