The sentiments of anyone who has ever worked for someone else.
“Every day is the same, I’m
off to work again
Is this how it’s gotta be? There’s
nothing at all for me” She said,
then she switched the hand that held
her chin
“I don’t know where to begin, oh it
never ends
I’m paid to smile and I can’t even
be myself
No one calls me Emily, nobody wants
to know my name
And I am on my feet all day long
The concrete floor they stand on
is wearing down, it will be gone.
Can’t nobody see?
Everybody will be, they’ll be a
little like me”
Just too late for Emily
“I wanna stand on the beach of a
foreign land
Oh one day, I’ll make it there I can
make it anywhere
but I’m tied To a job that takes so
much time from my life
I wonder what I would choose With my
time for my own use
But no, no! No, we’re paid to put a
smile on the bosses face
Oh how come we can’t smile like
them? Don’t we see this mess we’re in?
No! No, no, I can’t see you tomorrow
Like I said
I’ve got to work everyday
and everyday after that
Can nobody see?
That everybody will be, they’ll be a
little like me”
Just too late for Emily