[Verse 1]
A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do
Each passing year the workload grows
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm always wishing
I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
Count your blessings
I must be missing
I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away
And all I'm left with is noise
Count your blessings on one hand
[Chorus]
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about
There must be more to my life, life
[Verse 2]
Poor little tin man
Still swinging his axe
Even though his joints are clogged with rust
A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do
Each passing year the workload grows
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm always wishing
I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
Count your blessings
I must be missing
I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away
And all I'm left with is noise
Count your blessings on one hand
[Chorus]
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about
There must be more to my life, life
[Verse 2]
Poor little tin man
Still swinging his axe
Even though his joints are clogged with rust
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