The Grind

Every morning is the same

I bring you a coffee and whisper your name

The ritual brightens a part of the day

I can't explain it

Walk the dog and brush my teeth

I'm knuckling down for a long, crappy week

By evening I'm often too tired to speak

But I won't retreat

Time is blind

Try not to live in the grind

Time's not kind

Try to feel good in my mind

By the train there is this guy

Sleeps in the station to keep his clothes dry

I complain about work while he fights to survive

And still he smiles

I close my eyes so I don't see

A couple of bad years, that could've been me

I'm luckier now than I dreamed I could be

I feel free

Time is blind

Try not to live in the grind

Time's not kind

Try to feel good in my mind

Time is blind

Try not to live in the grind

Time's not kind

Try to feel good in my mind