He gave his life to a company
Was working hard in true believe
That times will come
And he'll be free
So much money that he never spent
Sometimes he didn't pay his rent
So he would know
How it feels
Not knowing 'bout tomorrow night
Not taking care and maybe fight
Get drunk return in morning light
And so he falls asleep
With two paths that he could take
May be blue skies and may be rain
With two stories that could be told
When he will come back home
And once in his dreams
He will maybe see
That the next fine day
The birds will sing again
After forty years in company
With a wife he didn't want to be
He chose a way
They sometimes choose
Not knowing 'bout tomorrow night
Not taking care and maybe fight
Just one goodbye to morning light
And so he falls asleep
With two paths that he could take
May be blue skies and may be rain
With two stories that could be told
When he will come back home
With two paths that he could take
May be blue skies and may be rain
With two stories that could be told
When he will come back home
And once in his dreams
He will maybe see
That the next fine day
The birds will sing again
