The Paperwork Blues

Lyrics

[Verse]
Kelvin's got a 9 to 5, out in Waikoloa town,
In a little village office, where the work just wears him down.
Every morning at his desk, with coffee turning cold,
Stacks of Lowe's forms piling up, as the stories unfold.

[Chorus]
Oh, he's sorting through the chaos, by the printer in the light,
In his mind, he's on the ocean, waves are crashing through the night.
But the paperwork keeps calling, it’s a never-ending tune,
Kelvin hums the Paperwork Blues under the Waikoloa moon.

[Verse 2]
Dreams of hammers, lumber lists, and drywall in his mind,
Every Lowe's report he files feels like losing track of time.
Forms and copies dance like shadows, swirling on his screen,
Out in paradise, but he's stuck here, caught up in the machine.

[Chorus]
Oh, he's sorting through the chaos, by the printer in the light,
In his mind, he's on the ocean, waves are crashing through the night.
But the paperwork keeps calling, it’s a never-ending tune,
Kelvin hums the Paperwork Blues under the Waikoloa moon.

[Bridge]
He dreams of a break; a long walk by the shore,
Trade those files for sunsets, trade the tedium for more.
But the workday's got a hold, and those clocks, they never slow,
It's a rhythm he endures, the village life he’s come to know.

[Verse 3]
Colleagues smile and nod at him, but he’s lost in his own space,
Rubber stamps and office chairs never matched his steady pace.
Still, he keeps on pressing through, life's a song he's gotta sing,
Out where blue skies meet palm trees, and the paperwork’s his string.