Day Gig

It's just my day gig. I'm moving on out now.

Deus ex machina, I will transcend somehow...

If I lose this silver chain, if I break this velvet bond,

If I fly the guilded cage, can I wield the magic wand?

It's just my day gig.

It's just my day gig. It isn't what it seems.

I'm under house arrest in my American dream.

Will I lose my children? Will I break my wife?

Will I fail my duties should I choose another life?

It's just my day gig.

So I may not be doing what I love, but sometimes I do love what I do.

This is not the life that I've been thinking of.

This is not the life that I would choose.

It's just my day gig, for more than ten years now.

Though I have few regrets I don't feel whole somehow.

Do I need to lose my way? Do I need to break my grasp?

Do I want to face the truth and own up to my stand at last?

It's just my day gig.

It's just my day dream. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yu-yeah.

It's just my day gig. Can't you see the joke's on me and my day gig.

Ha, ha, ha, hu-ha, ha...