I seek asylum, the best I can,
My weekly calling, to be a betterman.

But I break down, and I give in,
And I wither away to the weekend.
It's too easy this way of living,
I feel guilty that I am not giving you
The best I can.

Reconciling, the best I can,
My weekly calling, to be a betterman.

But I break down, and I give in,
And I wither away to the weekend.
It's too easy this way of living.
I feel guilty that I am not giving you
The best I can.

I need to change the patterns of my ways,
To be the best I can.