Punch Drunk - Uncle Tupelo

Way in overhead
Caught off guard by the gutter
Everybody's spending his time
Just building and making
Someday someone will say, for what
Nine to five in a blind alley
Equals three sheets to the wind
Can't remember when it started
Don't know where that it ends

And there's never a dull day
When you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlines the front page hope is missing

Working away on a rebuilt freeway
Straight away from the slash and burn cities
Hindsight is there
On a road sign pointed nowhere
No one gets off here
No way to slow down
There's peace of mind somewhere
For every someone that never thinks about it

And there's never a dull day
When you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlines we're all listening