Roger Street Friedman - Walls Close In

the alarm's sounding louder as the TV turns on
it was a pretty good dream but it's already gone
can't keep the train on the track anymore
got one eye on the clock, one leg on the floor
overcoat's on a hook near a bag by the door
you know it's getting hard to make it

as the walls close in
as the weight of the day starts to press on my brain
cnd it's sink or swim
In the battle that's raging down under my skin
cs the walls close in

and it's off to the races right out of the gate
everyone's got a list and nothing can wait
and I run and I run but fall farther behind
with the wind in my face and the sun in my eye
any way the clock turns there is not enough time
you know it's getting harder to take it

as the walls close is
and the weight of the days become links in a chain
and they've chained me in
in the battle that's raging down under my skin
as the walls close in

and the years pile up like the leaves on the lawn
and you bag em and and you tag em till they're all done and gone

you know it's well north of easy, this regular life
with the regular house and the regular strife
and it all looks so perfect from the outside
but we're trying so hard to fake it

as the walls close is
and the weight of the days become links in a chain
and they've chained you in
in the battle that's raging down under your skin
as the walls close in
as the walls close is
and the weight of the days become links in a chain
and they've chained you in
in the battle that's raging down under your skin
as the walls close in

Written by:
ROGER FRIEDMAN

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