It\'s just about eighteen minutes
From home to work
Time for about three songs
And a sugarless iced latte
Occasionally, I\'ll hear Morrison
And his intriguing monotone
Or Maynard with his wicked whispers
Their cadence in the morning darkness
It\'s always been an escape for me
An alternative destination
Someplace contrary to where I\'m headed
And the burdens beyond the doors
I guess that\'s what it\'s all about, though
The unrealistic and the real
The fantasy and the monotonous
Sting\'s synchronicities said it all
There was a time in a distant chaos
A very real chaos, I have to say
That Shostakovich led the way
I could feel his angst and anger
He created fifteen epic journeys
About survival and resistance
Vaste notes of madness and sorrow
That could only be appreciated alone
It\'s the same old tune though, isn\'t it
I can hear Mozart\'s Requiem
Beethoven\'s Ninth
Bruckner
Somehow, the sounds are more real
As I think about it all
Getting lost in their thoughtfulness
Makes the trip to work ... possible