A Paul Simon Lyric That Is Completely Unrelated to Current Events In My Life

It’s a dead end job, and you gets tired of sit­tin’
And it’s like a nico­tine habit
you’re always think­ing about quit­tin’
I think about quit­tin’ every day of the week
When I look out my win­dow it’s brown and it’s bleak

Outta here
How am I gonna get outta here?
I’m think­ing outta here
When am I gonna get outta here?
And when will I cash in my lot­tery ticket
And bury my past with my bur­dens and strife?
I want to shake every limb in the gar­den of Eden
And make every lover the love of my life

I fig­ure that once upon a time I was an ocean
But now I’m a moun­tain range
Some­thing unstop­pable set into motion
Noth­ing is dif­fer­ent, but everything’s changed

(from “Once Upon a Time There Was an Ocean,” off his lat­est album, Sur­prise.)

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