In my ears, and in my eyes
> Go to work for nine then do more at home till when the > phone's clock that's still in my coat says it's a new day > since one lone meal dang and thoughts of rest were had > as if it could be done. I drag a mouse all day to meet an > end found in the head shell of a boy who's paid like a man > to go from home then bed next work with some bits of free > will here and there. I'm one dimensional.
No idea why – even after analyzing the lyrics a bit – but this somehow brought the Beatles' “Penny Lane” to mind.
And that's always a good thing.