Alexisonfire - Boiled Frogs Lyrics

A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do
Each passing year
The workload grows

I'm always wishing
I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing
I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away
And all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about
There must be more to my life

Poor little tin man
Still swinging his axe
Even though his joints are clogged with rust

My youth is slipping
My youth is slipping away
Safe in monotony, (so safe)
Day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping
My youth is slipping away
Cold wind blows off the lake
And I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about
There must be more to my life

Can't help but feel betrayed
Punch the clock every single day
There's no loyalty and no remorse
Youth sold for a pension cheque
And it makes him fucking sick
He's heating up, he can't say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about
There must be more to my life
(So wait up)
So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
Between the light and shallow waves
Is where I'm going to die

Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Wait up for me