In a Hurry Loudon Wainwright III

I know you're in a hurry
You're probably late for work
That job must make you crazy
That ulcer's got to hurt

All those problems back at home
They're just killing you
The wife, the kids, the dog, the house
I see what you go through

I see you in the station
Come off the morning train
You're always in a hurry
You always look the same

Your briefcase seems so heavy
Your necktie's tied so tight
You always look so tired
Like you've been up all night

You never seem to see me
When I come up to you
And I ask you for money
Like I always do

You're always in a hurry
Why don't you slow down
We're both trying to make it
In this shitty town