Story Behind The Song

Written after an exhausting day of work.

Song Description

The story of a struggling artist who takes on odd jobs to survive while striving for success.

Lyrics

Verse 1
I wanted out, wanted to leave
I was tired beyond believe
Couldn't sleep, couldn't eat
I was faced with my defeat

I wasn't sure if I was right
Could I loose a useless fight
Or was I entering a tunnel with a wall instead of light
At the end of the ride

Verse 2
And they were mean, and they was cruel
I was treated like a fool
I would think it was a test
For me to do what I love best

But I wasn't sure, could I be wrong
Should the journey be this long
Or would the bridge collapse beneath me, stop the road that I've been on
At the end of the song

Chorus 1
I've been working the odd job
I didn't see any sunshine
When I finished the late shift
Walking home a crooked line

I've been working the odd job
They had me working on Sunday
Never time for a good meal
Only chips & take-away

Middle Eight
We all try
To make ends meet
Don't forget to tip your waiter
'Cause he's a dream-machine creator

In three years
It's obsolete
But he's working again
Yes, it's working my friend

Chorus
I've been working the odd job
I didn't see any sunshine
When I finished the late shift
Walking home a crooked line

I've been working the odd job
They had me working on Sunday
Never time for a good meal
Only chips & take-away

Coda
So you never took a shot at the grand prize
And now you've grown too old and you realise
That you're punching in, you're just punching out
This is the end of the line of all good advise

So you're coming home from your nine to five
With the kids long gone and a faithless wife
You're constantly reminded of the things you do without
Was there was so much more you wanted out of life?

You?ve been working? working? you?ve been working? I?ve been working? working? working.