Tire Swing

Sitting in his desk, his tired eyes were gridlocked with a white computer screen
 Trying hard to organize the miles of papers before 5:15
 Every now and then he'd stare outside at the playground across the street through the glass
 And remember when his nine to five was spinning round and falling in the grass
 When he'd run around his backyard in his dirty bare feet
 And his dad would come outside and say it's time to eat
 And he'd try to strike a bargain in his most sincere tone beg oh please, please, please
 Five more minutes on the tire swing
 Don't make me stop, it's my favorite thing
 Five more minutes on the tire swing
 I barely just started and I want to play just a little more
 Where had those day all gone, silly games and calling names, and lazy afternoons
 The good ol' days left him faster than a loosely gripped balloon
 He wondered if he was the only one pretending
 He doesn't feel an overwhelming sense of resentment
 Shouldn't everyone just be out and having recess?
 And telling the boss man
 Five more minutes on the tire swing
 Don't make me stop, it's my favorite thing
 Five more minutes on the tire swing
 I barely just started and I want to play just a little more
 We rise and we shine and we're glued to the news
 It' coffee and breakfast and the working' man's blues
 He thought to himself, well today I refuse to wait
 Another day
 To remember to play
 Five more minutes on the tire swing
 I 'm never gonna stop, it's my favorite thing
 Five more minutes on the tire swing
 I barely just started and I want to play just a little more, just a little just a little more...