Building Roads

I wake up, sink a cup and that's it, baby, I'm out the door

Already late, so why not be late some more

Outside a man stares a hole right through the floor

Saying all my friends are building roads

Out on the way, keeled over, always wanting some more

Right there on the corner, down and out and feeling it all

Good love is waiting for you just the other side of that door

But ya already late, so why not be late some more

Saying all my friends are building roads

All my friends are building roads

I'm stuck home

All my friends have built their homes