The Accountant

I've been an accountant, since I received my degree And I wake around seven, with a fake grin and coffee So I drive to the office, to watch time past by Will there be time for travel, will there be time for life Will I be blessed with a women...One quick with a line? Her breath on my neck with a faint trace of wine So I take the long way, with the screnery of sprawl From the shopping on Quivira, to the center off Nall Life is but a whisper, that gets lost in the sound Of the constant highway chatter and the daily go-round