I want to want for nothing
but when I believe I'm on a roll
the same ghost haunts me
returns and taunts me
sneaks up behind to remind
all work and no play
nine to five can take its toll
break your heart
kill your soul
if I feel I'm on solid ground
the spectre takes me
grabs hold and shakes me
then again I'll have it made
if along the way
I stop and smell the roses
before the day it's too late
and I'm pushing up the daisies
from six feet down
in the dead centre of town