[Verse 1]
Routine was the theme
He'd wake up, wash, and pour himself into uniform
Something he hadn't imagined bein'
As the merging traffic passed
He found himself starin' down at his own hands
Not remembering the change
Not recallin' the plan, was it?
[Chorus 1]
He was okay, but wondering about wandering
Was it age? By consequence?
Or was he moved by sleight of hand?
[Verse 2]
Mondays were made to fall
Lost on a road he knew by heart
It was like a book he read in his sleep endlessly
Sometimes he hid in his radio
Watching others pull into their homes
While he was driftin'
[Chorus 2]
On a line of his own
Off the line, off the side
By the by, as dirt turned to sand
As if moved by sleight of hand
Routine was the theme
He'd wake up, wash, and pour himself into uniform
Something he hadn't imagined bein'
As the merging traffic passed
He found himself starin' down at his own hands
Not remembering the change
Not recallin' the plan, was it?
[Chorus 1]
He was okay, but wondering about wandering
Was it age? By consequence?
Or was he moved by sleight of hand?
[Verse 2]
Mondays were made to fall
Lost on a road he knew by heart
It was like a book he read in his sleep endlessly
Sometimes he hid in his radio
Watching others pull into their homes
While he was driftin'
[Chorus 2]
On a line of his own
Off the line, off the side
By the by, as dirt turned to sand
As if moved by sleight of hand
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