Miles of space and breathing weather
Time goes on and what's the phrase?
Good fortune comes and goes, who knows?
But I'm in a bit of a crunch

Around the hook and up the ladder
To the end but still no way
Give or take, forbeg or borrow

'Cause I'm in a, I'm in a bit of a crunch

You can sign me off before the lease is up
Punch me out without a proper retire
You can ply the papers from an open desk
Or give it to the first one seeking higher ground

Immortality knows time and boredom
Better than a vanishing man
Those self-actualized go dancing

While I'm in a bit of a crunch

You can sign me off before the lease is up
Punch me out without a proper retire
You can ply the papers from an open desk
Or give it to the first one seeking higher ground
You can choose a hat, insist the least of us
Receive your pay before the final minutes
Or you can minimize the distance of the trip
Find something in or down

You can boast about, toast about
While I dance my ghost about