Boiled Frogs Acoustic

Old man sits at his desk

One year from retirement

And he's up for review

He's not quite sure what to do

Each passing year

The workload grows

I'm always wishing

I'm always wishing too late

For things to come my way

It always ends up the same

And I must be missing

I must be missing the point

Your signal fades away

And all I'm left with is noise

So wait up

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about

There must be more to my life

Poor little tin man

Still swinging his axe

Even though, even though

His joints are clogged with rust

My youth is slipping

My youth is slipping away

Safe in monotony

Day after day

My youth is slipping

My youth is slipping away

Cold wind blows off the lake

And I know for sure that it's too late

So wait up

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about

There must be more to my life

Wait up

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about

There must be more to my life

So won't you wait up for me?

Won't you wait up for me?

Won't you wait up for me?

Oh, wait up for me