The Rat Race

Keeping up with the Jones I still try It's dog eat dog neath a vicious sky All the finer things that you demand This rat race has gotten out of hand I toil and strain just to bridge the gap The weight of life heavy on my lap A token reward to earn my pay The burden tests my will every day Try hard as I might you just don't care A sad reflection of cold despair There's no joy ever since you left town Your rejection only brings me down So now in the quiet of the night By the gentle glow of dim moonlight I can still hear your shrill voice callin' Oh how the mighty now have fallen