Sand in a Jar
When night time blankets the drive
And you drive real fast just to feel alive
Desks and papers do I see
Not quite the American dream
We know it's time to work when we see the sun
And when the sun parts ways and the work ain't done
We slave and fight just to make the green
Gray our hairs, but just can't seem to make ends meat
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Empty hallways do I walk
You can fantasize but all is talk
Drawing circles of gray
Hoping to find some other shade
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Where does the time go
Where does she go
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
And you drive real fast just to feel alive
Desks and papers do I see
Not quite the American dream
We know it's time to work when we see the sun
And when the sun parts ways and the work ain't done
We slave and fight just to make the green
Gray our hairs, but just can't seem to make ends meat
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Empty hallways do I walk
You can fantasize but all is talk
Drawing circles of gray
Hoping to find some other shade
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Where does the time go
Where does she go
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
I just gotta get out of here
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
Dreading the fact my life passes by
Dropping sand into the jar of time
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Writer(s): Tana Metcalf
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