I walk in the call center
wearing my headphone gear
With sweaty palms and nervous voice,
I ask myself what am I doing here?
I trip over a chair in a cramped work space
Soon a customer will be yelling in my ear
A call center is a revolving door
As easy as it was to get hired,
it's just as easy to get fired
A lady whispered in my ear,
you need to quit this job, my dear

The Grim Reaper walks into the room
calling out a name to meet his or her doom
His tall pale skeletal figure slithers about in the room
while he chooses those who he deems to be doomed
Nothing gets past the Reaper as he searches his prey
The Reaper must be vigilant lest someone try to get away
With a grin on the face, the Reaper has no words
for you to embrace, but we all know the Reaper
must be put in his place

Is love alive on this winter's night?
As the icy wind howls, things cannot grow
beneath the winter snow
Love is buried far below
Like a distant star you cannot see
February never felt so wrong
You are not where you belong
Can you be my harvester of light
and send it out tonight
My words will be your light

It was all wrong, but the attraction was so strong
We didn't try, so we let it die
Your eyes sparkled and shined when they looked into mine
I miss seeing your face, but I must let it go with grace
I never did say goodbye because I knew
it would make me cry