Living in a mechanised world Our rhythms that of the machines Routine and strictly circumscribed And we forget that we're human beings

Day by day, we stay on time Hours and minutes, nickel and dime

Cos time is money, that's what they say Every minute we pause is a waste And being late is almost a crime Cos it puts us behind in the race

And sometimes we might forget That we're meant to be human inside And sometimes we need reminding That the machine was never the point If we embrace the primitive mind And live as human beings Then maybe we'll find the peace of mind Where machanisation disappoints

Living life for ourselves Was never in itself a crime And being human inside Was never a waste of our time

Day by day, being a human being Hour and minute, embracing the primitive being