Will they ever stop driving me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest if I’m to do my best?
Can I please stop working so hard?
They just tell me, «Gotta [push ’em hard?].»
Got to think of my health. Can I be by myself?
Oh they tell me I’ll be home someday.
When I doubt it, I can [???].
But this hard life I’ve led is makin’ me dead.