Vārdi: Avail. Upward Grind.

Sally simple Works for the symbol She punch the clock Without a thought She's got the routine Same thing every day She wants more But needs security

Her days come and go She needs to be so bad But life keeps her locked Seems like the strain Just can't be undone Misled Michael Mumbles trouble He's lost inside He's down for the counts He's growing old His lines tell the story Of tragedy and his life's mistery

He tried so hard to be But william can't let go Look to your heart and break Some day direction will cross your path

There's no use to throw A lifetime's effort so far You just mights need eyes To help you see A plan of self action


These characters Real or fake Some don't know Most don't care You and I Time will tell Who will dangle longer away