Slightly Out Of Reach

Working so hard What are you getting out of this Commitment, have many nice things But there's no time to take a rest And you're spent In the moment, you never seem to be That time will come Taken from those You should be here, you look on But you're not part of anything there The days and the years are passing Quite the man With your worldly possessions The crown upon you in all its glory Driven around Down these same ole roads You've known far too long Turning around's Not an option in front of you You're too far gone And all the signs are warning him A dead end street