Warehouse Man There’s something about working in a warehouse Or a factory or a hotel or a restaurant And what it does to you. Well the days and years go by rabidly The seasons only seem like a few days Five years seem like only a couple of years Holidays and birthdays come and go The last ones seem to be not so long ago You mean it’s already time for Halloween and Christmas. I look at myself and… Five years has passed by And I’m still wearing the same clothes from college One doesn’t the latest fashions My T-shirt has stains and holes in it And so do my jeans My shoes are very run down And even if I could afford new ones, I don’t Think I would want them I haven’t shaved in three days and I definitely Nee a haircut Shaving would make late for work in the mornings And I don’t want to wait during my time away form The job in a barbershop, There are more fun things to do Than this. Well I’ve gotten heavier an my gait is more awkward And all of a sudden I am conscience of my nerves The hair has gotten a little grayer And the face frowns more in repose One begins to drink more: wine, coffee, water, beer Something to wake up to Something to relax with Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Forty hours a week Going to fast And not fast enough.