In a Hurry - Loudon Wainwright III

I know you’re in a hurry

You’re probably late for work

That job must make you crazy

That ulcer’s got to hurt

All those problems back at home

They’re just killing you

The wife, the kids, the dog, the house

I see what you go through

I see you in the station

Come off the morning train

You’re always in a hurry

You always look the same

Your briefcase seems so heavy

Your necktie’s tied so tight

You always look so tired

Like you’ve been up all night

You never seem to see me

When I come up to you

And I ask you for money

Like I always do

You’re always in a hurry

Why don’t you slow down

We’re both trying to make it

In this shitty town

I’m not in a hurry

Nothing to hurry for

I sleep in this station

I sleep on the floor

I hold out this coffee cup

There’s no coffee in there

Just nickels, dimes and quarters

And pennies people spare

I know the way the world is

You have and I have not

I don’t want to trade places

I don’t want all you’ve got

But if you give me something

It might help you too

You’re carrying a heavy load

I see what you go through

I know you’re in a hurry

You’re probably late for work

That job must make you crazy

That boss must be a jerk

All those problems back at home

They’re just killing you

The wife, the kids, the dog, the house

I see what you go through