Texty:
Rush Spirit Of The Radio 1974 1987

I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better

There are those who think That life has nothing left to chance A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on

Why try? Now why? This feeling inside me says it's time I was gone Clear head, life ahead It's time I was king, now not just one more pawn Fly by night