Go, go, a go, go, a go, go
Go, go, goStart the day for something
Start the day at seven ten
Waking for a living
And the pattern starts againIt's Avenue B, change at Tennessee
Before the city begins to swell
At seven two four on the second floor
Is where the telephone has my bellEcho, echo, echo down the wire
I can see, I can see, nothing else to be
I can see, I can see, nothing else to beOnly seven letters
Only seven hours to go
I begin to wonder now
If there's still a place belowI file it away, handing in the tray
So I can only be who I am
Eleven fifteen, tapping the machine
Until the calender starts to jamEcho, echo, echo down the wire
I can see, I can see, nothing else to be
I can see, I can see, nothing else to beOh, talking about, oh, walking about
We'll go back to the sea
And find what I'm aboutOh, but I'll never be someone again
Oh, 'cause it happens all over again tomorrowHit it, get it, make it, shake it
Hit it, get it, make it, shake itGo, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go