Thomas and the Work-Men - Motive
We all seem tired don’t weLacing up our sleek shoes
To tell a tippy-toed man I’m ‘bout to get you
My fortune’s in the distance
I can see it when I’m squinting
I can taste it when you’re making faces at me
Though my days are getting shorter
My people getting older
We must be buying time for better lives
I’m burning up inside
I’m on fire burning but you can’t put me out
And I’m just tryna make it home
Leave my shoes at the door
Throw my keys on the table
Leave my handprint on the wall
Now who’s been told
You’ve got a long way to go
Seems like we’re forced to feed a system
To get me paid and make my day and get me home
Leave my shoes at the door
Throw my keys on the table
Leave my handprint on the wall
Now who’s been told
You’ve got a long way to go
Seems like we’re forced to feed a system
To get me paid and make my day and get me home
It seems we’re longing for time
It seems the short hand never lies
It seems the light that sheds our eyes gets dimmed by day and dark at night
We face doom
There’s darkness in the room
My friends are gone
They’re on their own
They grow
That’s what we want
We must not fight until try
Cry unless it’s dire
We must stay strong and carry on
This life is long
Not long enough
These four walls caving in
I don’t know if I’m giving in
I’ll be sure to keep you in the know
When I finally make it home
Leave my shoes at the door
Throw my keys on the table
Leave my handprint on the wall
Now who’s been told
You’ve got a long way to go
Seems like we’re forced to feed a system
To get me paid and make my day and get me home
Leave my shoes at the door
Throw my keys on the table
Leave my handprint on the wall
Now who’s been told
You’ve got a long way to go
Seems like we’re forced to feed a system
To get me paid and make my day and get me home
Make my day and get me home
Make my day and get me home
Make my day and get me home
Will you pick me up when it starts to unfold
My skin is made of glass but I’m not bleeding no more
Got caught in a moment that led me to motive
I’ll never be the same
Will you pick me up when it starts to unfold
My skin is made of glass but I’m not bleeding no more
Got caught in a moment that led me to motive
I’ll never be the same
Will you pick me up
Will you pick me up
Will you pick me up
Will you pick me up
And I’m just tryna make it home
Leave my shoes at the door
Throw my keys on the table
Leave my handprint on the wall
Now who’s been told
You’ve got a long way to go
Seems like we’re forced to feed a system
To get me paid and make my day and get me home
Leave my shoes at the door
Throw my keys on the table
Leave my handprint on the wall
Now who’s been told
You’ve got a long way to go
But I’ll never be the same
Written by:
Gino Frederico
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