Clear the table Cut the grass Doing all I can Of the necessaries Clean the attic Stay afloat Try as hard as I can Not to fall off the boat What can I do What can I say Hope that we find something new Caught in the spin of The games that we play But maybe we find something new Maybe But we go on and Make a scene Doing all we can Cos we're stuck in routine Of side stepping Your blind eye And my head in the sand As we give it one more try