Losing Touch

Wake up every day, go to work by the time the weekend comes I am burnt out Got nothing to talk about Life's dull, boring game goes on and on and on but we all lose the same We can't start again Growing up really isn't that easy Lose touch, friends hardly ever see me I used to think that I'd leave this town Now I wish I had more time around I'll take my time back and I'll go back to when I I didn't have a clue If I could take an extra day off a week I'd Have some more time to share with you Sometimes I think why didn't I take the other choice? It would have been the better one But I'd still be jealous of some If it could all just go the other way I swear I won't look round and wish to go back again Just take me to the end My head is like a pendulum swaying from the good to the bad side But never on the inbetween I used to think that I'd leave this town Now I wish I had more time around