I go down this lake shore from work to home
Ten minutes to recover my mind, to where I'm going.
It's been alright, some nights I just want to write
Then crash on a pillow with blankets pulled tight,
Awake to a blank page with an LED light.
Smile to push that aside, with dark circles,
Speaking the truth that I'm trying to hide
But I promise I'm alright.

My mother sometimes worries, I'm stuck getting buried at work.
Eat a lunch at my station on a twelve hour rotation.
Don't worry, I can't say I'm in a hurry to work life away
All the extra just keeps the bills at bay.
Back on that lake shore, I'm soaring each day.
Today, I woke sedated and hated the feeling of dealing
With each public problem until Ryan solves them,
Another one is floating my way.

I sail through the breeze with a little unease
But the wind has me all the same.
And I hope you don't find like I,
as if I don't have much time
So pay me no mind, I still fear the end of my game.
I clock these ten hours of chore
Just to drift down that lake shore and find my way home again.