Lyrics

[Verse]
Jose wakes up at sunrise, puts on his dusty boots,
Heads to the old warehouse, where the morning light he shoots.
Rows of endless tubes and tips, stacked up neat and tall,
Counting each and every one, won't leave 'til he counts them all.

[Chorus]
He says it's just a waste of time, numbers in a line,
Big bad boss says, "Do your job, and everything'll be fine."
But Jose’s heart ain't in it, counting dust all day,
Dreams of riding down the highway, far, far away.

[Verse]
His friends call him crazy, working for the man,
Staring at those boxes, feels like sinking in quicksand.
But he knows he's gotta do it, bring home his daily bread,
Laughs to keep from crying, counting dreams inside his head.

[Chorus]
He says it's just a waste of time, numbers in a line,
Big bad boss says, "Do your job, and everything'll be fine."
But Jose’s heart ain't in it, counting dust all day,
Dreams of riding down the highway, far, far away.

[Bridge]
One day he swears he'll leave it, head out towards the sun,
Find his own adventure, never counting, always run.
Till then he’ll keep on tallying, every tube and tip,
But every night he swears tomorrow he'll give it all the slip.

[Chorus]
He says it's just a waste of time, numbers in a line,
Big bad boss says, "Do your job, and everything'll be fine."
But Jose’s heart ain't in it, counting dust all day,
Dreams of riding down the highway, far, far away.