At the end of the day

Nerves are worn, a little frayed

Move to wash up after toil

Look to see the sweat and soil

Passion for existence

Can't be bought, can't be sold

Altering conditions to pave the way

Caution on hold

Caught in a rut of safe procedures

Realize that change is always a feature

So you've done what you're told

Following the rule of gold

Rescued from obscurity

By a sense of destiny

When the cast peels away

Clearing fog reveals the day

Thoughts and plans and dreams take shape

As new fears wait to awake

Caught in a rut of safe procedures

Realize that change is always a feature