Escape

Put down that blowtorch. Turn off that fax machine.

Get out on the back porch. Whatcha need is a change of scene.

You’ve been runnin’ around in ruts.

You gotta blow or else go nuts.

Escape.

You work from 9 to 5. But that is just not true.

You work from 9 to 9 to 9 to 9 to 9. That’s you.

You can sit there and fantasize.

But deep inside of you a small voice cries

“Escape”.

Escape. Escape. Escape. Escape (etc.)

You’re on the right track. Don’t quite while you’re ahead

You work-a-maniac. You could get fatally dead.

An abler, stabler person will result

Just don’t forget to behave like a responsible adult.

Escape.

Escape. Escape. Escape. Escape (etc.)

“You gotta do whatcha gotta do.”

Yeah, but

We’re talkin’ ‘bout what happens when you’re doin’ what you do

Though you do and do and do it, it is never ever through

Until the doin’ of it does you in

Which has to do with what it does to you

Do you know what I mean? Sure you do.

Then you need to step out, shake it off, unwind,

Slack back cool down, ease up, call time,

Pass go, sail away, feel love, catch a break

Escape.

Now don’tcha feel good. My how the time went by.

You got your battery charged by that super-charger in the sky

Life’s a jungle, they say. Life’s a zoo.

But you’re a different animal after you Escape.