Tradin' Down

We paint this town in shades of gray

And the walls look high

'Til you step away

Ain't it funny how you can look around

And never see the truth

'Til it knocks you down

Never see the light

'Til you're tradin down

Work hard labor for your daily bread

While the golden dream spins around your head

Time gets money money buys you time

For the foolish things that you left behind

Workin workin overtime

And tradin down

It's gunna be alright he said)

It's gunna be alright

There's nothing that's here for us

That we won't mind missin

Never see the light

'Til you're tradin down

There's no future for thw workin man

See him growin old in the promised land

Nothin to show for the wasted years

But a heart full of hollow

And a taste of tears

Pushin Monday to the wall and

Tradin' down

Tradin down

Tradin down