The sun rises to its watch tower br To beat down on us br Like the economy br Beats us down br Making stress beads drip down our back br The struggle just gets harder br To move one foot in front br Of the rest of the pack br Keep your stride kid br ‘Cause they’d devour you br Whenever they see fit br br Everyone who took off br At the starting block br Are a thousand yards a head of you br Maybe even at the finish line br Who knows who got first br Who really cares br You’ll get a constellation prize br Same with everyone behind you br The only difference is br They all want trophiesbr br Dan Waltersbr br