February - Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

Every day’s the same, it’s just more of the same

Up at dawn, sunlight dim, looking through the cracks in the curtains

And then piling up deep and high

93 million miles back to the sun

Close your eyes, it’ll go away

Sleep is better, nothing you have to do

Drift with the flow where you will

Minding our own business while the weather does whatever it wants to outside

Stare at wooden windows while the world wanders by and we wonder why

Everything’s the same, it’s just more of the same

Telling ourselves stories that don’t ever change

Let’s all disappear, vanish from memory

Far away from here