Boiled Frogs

Lyrics

[Verse 1: George Pettit] A man sits at his desk one year from retirement And he's up for review, not quite sure what to do Each passing year the workload grows [Pre-Chorus: Dallas Green, George Pettit] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late For things to go my way, it always ends up the same Count your blessings I must be missing, I must be missing the point Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise Count your blessings on one hand [Chorus: Dallas Green] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about There must be more to my life [Verse 2: George Pettit] Poor little tin man still swinging his axe Even though his joints are clogged with rust [Pre-Chorus: Wade MacNeil, George Pettit] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away Safe in monotony day after day (So safe) Count your blessings My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late Count your blessings on one hand [Chorus: Dallas Green] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life [Bridge: George Pettit] Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day There's no loyalty, and no remorse Youth stole for a pension cheque and it makes him fucking sick He's heating up, he can't say no [Chorus: Dallas Green] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about There must be more to my life (So wait up) So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die [Outro: Dallas Green] Wait up for me Wait up for me Wait up for me Wait-