Chicken

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Pablum."

One day I'm gonna take a different road
And keep on driving till it ends.
I'm fed up with the status quo in life
I'm looking for a change.
I slave all day at a job that sucks
Just to satisfy the bills
My wife and kids don't know me
This life is far too strange.

I've been saying this for ten long years
But I'm too much a coward to act
Everyday is darker than the last
And everyone's a jerk
I carry on like a zombie trainee
Everything's done by rote
Oh, to be a really free man again
Not some rich man’s clerk.

Maybe I'll get on a plane and head for Nepal
Or an island in Bali in some tropical dream.
Seems a pitiful waste to go on this way
Rather lie on a beach eating peaches and cream.

But my fears and my guilt
Outweigh my own need
No sense of imagined altruism
Keeps me here any more.
My bed is cold, the alarm bell rings,
I rise to meet the dark
Love is but an imagined thing
Merely a saccharined bore.

And as much as I need an escape
I'm really just a chicken at heart
I guess if I had the guts to take that drive
I'd have worked harder as a kid.
Maybe then I'd have the things in life
That would have satisfied me so
But I’m really just a hollow shell
Of a man in a death-ending skid.