Seven fifteen when I wake up And get out of my bed I'm feeling so tired I wish I were Still asleep instead I drink my coffee black and strong I run to the car and life goes on The same old wheel spinning round You sometimes feel nowhere bound Going downtown, my office there My desk and my telephone Will this be my life till I retire The only life I've known Half past five day is done Back in the car and life goes on The same old wheel spinning round You sometimes feel nowhere bound Is there a purpose of my life I think there is There must be more to life than this I go for a walk and see my friends Who spend their days like me Meaningless talk that never ends Watch color TV Five days at work and weekends free Is this what living is meant to be? The same old wheel spinning round You sometimes feel nowhere bound There must be more to life than this