I went and bought some formal clothing,
Thought I’d sign away my individuality for a job,
Pin stripe blue shirt, light blue, lighter blue,
A different kinda light blue, and another light blue.

Wore it to work. Elevator mirror did what it’s meant to do.
Judged myself, I look like everybody else, just another one
of those with some work to do and some things to say but all the same.
If it weren’t the names, we’d all be the one lame pawn losing the same game.

Just walked in and fit right in. Was tight.
The belt felt light, its alright.
Bright lights lit up the lobby.
I look a little less like a zombie,
I’m in the same damn body.

It’s a fight at the line, where they serve black coffee.
Shift starts early, its 3 and 30.
Pitch black sky outside, bright lights lit the roof up,
my eyes look down I see sky blue.

Work begins and somewhere a man shouts.
He has problems I can fix, he has anger.
That I won’t.

He’s got sunshine, and a roof to stop it.
He can’t trust me, he won’t let me fix it.
He can’t see my pinstripes over my accent.

Wish you were here.

You call customer support today, you ask that guy,
what he wore to work that day.