See me at my desk, rested and well dressed Always there on time Funny how the clock that I used to watch Now never seems to mind Tried hard to collect interest and respect By cutting out some things I thought didn't matter Turned all of my whines into "doing fines" It saves me so much time
I'm stuck in a square, becoming one too Three stories above I hear there's a view Long way to the ground But I'll probably stick around
Now I've got a view Miles to the ocean But I can't see you and maintain devotion I wish I could say, "I'll be there"
And slowly the stories start to unbind And tell me the years spent never were mine I'm always to owe a debt to my heart Unless I can find a way to restart and take control
Slowly the edge gets closer to you You've got the most space with the greatest of views You've paid off the debt you owe to your heart You've paid off the debt, now go and restart
