"The Business of Life"

Locked in a land where consistency rules
We strive to be inconsistent
I want to sleep in your arms all day
I want to listen to music and play
I want to go to the beach and sea
I want to write, I want to sing
But then we need money
And I can't use my computer while swimming at the beach
So the conflict rages on
A gentle fire in my heart on the way to work
Fake kisses and unnecessary hellos
The time clock ticks and it's ruling my life
Can't sleep too much, can't do too much
Or else I'll miss that faithful punch in and out
I want to kiss you all over all day
I want to listen to distant waves
I want to drive away from all this
And give a kiss off to the Business of Life