(N. Giraldo, M. Grombacher) We paint this town in shades of gray And the walls look high 'til you step away Ain't it funny how you can look around And never see the truth 'til it knocks you down Never see the light 'til your tradin' down Work hard labor for your daily bread While the golden dream spins around your head Time gets money, money buys you time For the foolish things that you left behind Workin' workin' overtime, and tradin' down It's gonna be alright (he said), it's gonna be alright There's nothing that's here for us, that we won't mind missin' (Solo) Never see the light 'til your tradin' down There's no future for the workin' man See him growin' old in the promised land Nothin' to show for the wasted years But a heart full of hollow, and a taste of tears Pushin' Monday to the wall and tradin' down, tradin' down, tradin' down
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