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By Bruce Clifford

Exactly like the line we cross
Exactly like winters first frost
We count our money and we watch our ways
We get through the nights and we get through the days

Exactly like an ocean ride
Exactly like we show up with tide
We listen to the voices but fear what they say
We know we're ignored, over-worked, and betrayed

I can hear them at night preaching on the conference call
I can whisper their thoughts because they're shallow and small
I can read a good book and fill my head up with wine
If I could put this behind me I just might have a good time
It drives me mad
It's exactly what mother said I would find

Exactly to the day of this corporate overload
Exactly to each moment that they bottled up and sold
Exactly to the lies that they tell to themselves
Exactly to their faults and their own private hell
I wonder if there is a God who would wish them well

Exactly like the ball we toss
Exactly like the profit regardless of the cost
Exactly like the days before the big machines
Exactly like the way we could hope things could be
I wonder if there will be a day when the two of us are free
Exactly like the way we would want things to be

I can hear them at night preaching on the conference call
I can whisper their thoughts because they're shallow and small
I can read a good book and fill my head up with wine
If I could put this behind me I just might have a good time
It drives me mad
It's exactly what mother said I would find

2/2/06 Bruce Clifford


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