The Break
Everybody's runnin' round in circles,
nevertheless they don't get home,
obligations owed to strangers,
but you still go to bed alone...
all the sounds of modern struggles,
swirlin' 'round and 'round my ears,
busy noises and distractions,
but there's one thing you gotta hear,
yeah, there's one thing you just gotta hear...
All the busy lives, busy sounds, yeah,
all the time they go, runnin' late,
people runnin' half-awake,
it's all in the break,
it's all in the break...
Full steam ahead,
let's keep on movin',
don't you hear the whistle blow?
Can't you hear the songs in silence,
Can't you hear the songs in silence,
you know where it's gonna go...
it's gonna go!
All the busy lives, busy sounds, yeah,
all the time they go, runnin' late,
people runnin' half-awake,
it's all in the break,
it's all in the break...
"Faster, faster, move along,
nothin' here to see/hear/feel/touch,
no, there isn't much to say,
don't waste time; we don't have all day,
for heaven's sake! Time is money; money, time;
It's money time!" That's all you know.
No! It's all in the break!
Everybody's runnin' 'round in circles,
everybody's tryin' to get back home,
just forget about the strangers,
and never go to bed alone,
find somebody; make a home,
you'll never have to go...
it's all in the break,
it's all in the break
it's all in the break,
it's all in the break...
© 2002 Words and Music by M. Murray/T. Roberts