The Merchant

I wish this would crash, a thousand shattered bones,
Then I could get off and then I could go home.
I'm eating out of plastic, just bought and broke the seal,
Sitting next to strangers, eating processed meals.

I'm losing all the sparks in my life; I didn't notice when they went out,
All I do is eat, work and sleep, never any time in between.
I've got a nice car, nice tv. I've got a nice flat, that's where I sleep.
All of these things don't mean so much to me, anymore.

I'll get on the wrong train, sleep for half the day
When I wake I'll be somewhere better.
And as I sleep I dream, of summers by the sea,
Of when I was much younger and still looking at the world.
I hear the words of elders; remember what they told us,
Of how life's about value and not how much you earn.

So I'll sell my nice car, nice tv, buy a quiet place by the sea,
Then I'll out, I'll be gone,
I'll be home.