National Bank Cubicle Man
The money is good but the hours are insane
He tries so hard to forget your name
And everything changes but you still remain
A cubicleman on a mission unmanned
A bypassed dream and a future unplanned
He’s falling apart and he can’t understand
Maybe you could
Maybe you should
It’s up to you
To tell him to
You put him in orbit and out of control
Everything you say comes with a loophole
He won't admit that he’s a blue-eyed soul
Maybe you could
Maybe you should
It’s up to you
To tell him to
Dig deep
Lose sleep
Cause honey affections
Change direction
Big leap
Don’t weap
Honey your dejection
Is just a reflection
Maybe you could
Dig deep
Maybe you should
Lose sleep
But it’s up to you
Cause honey affections
To tell him to
Change directions
Maybe you could
Big leap
Maybe you should
Don’t weap
But it’s up to you
Honey your dejection
To tell him to
Is just a reflection
