Up so early,nlight rain's falling,ncold blue glass ahead.nnFeeling numbnI took the lift - ntried to face up to another days work.nnAll the paper we throw away,njust to get through the day.nnThere's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow;nso I put him on hold, as it buys me a little timeneveryone knows that he's not gonna go away.nnAnd the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair;nbut she wants to get payednfor the job she doesn't do.nEveryone said they don't pay enough anyway.nnCups of waternand a photo-copierntake me up to lunch.nnStare at my screen;nand I fall into a dreamnsay I won't be here for long.nnAll the paper we throw away,njust to keep ourselves sane.nnThere's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow;nso I put him on hold, as it buys me a little timeneveryone knows that he's not gonna go away.nnAnd the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair;nbut she wants to get payednfor the job she doesn't do.nEveryone said they don't pay enough anyway.