My new life starts today
I think I’ll stay at home and sleep my life, a million miles away
this vigorous determination is demanding
I’m taking a breather now, it’s time for a rest and turning my life around

If I never work another day in my life,
can I still be happy?
My every day is misunderstood
So I’m gonna go, whoa-o, I’m gonna go

Or it could be in my head
I might be standing still or climbing high, or home asleep in bed
Either way, it doesn’t change a thing
My days are numbered, now, or sometime soon, It’s the beginning of the end

If I never work another day in my life,
can I still be happy?
My every day is misunderstood
So I’m gonna go, whoa-o, I’m gonna go

Is there an interconnection between what’s good in my life
and my monetary compensation?
Even if I can find an occupation worthwhile,
is there any hope for reconciliation?

I guess I’ll be here for a while
In an office that will never close
I think it’s time that I went home
sometimes it feels like my last day of work was a lifetime ago

If I never work another day in my life,
can I still be happy?
My every day is misunderstood
So I’m gonna go, whoa-o, I’m gonna go

I’m gonna go find out, I’m gonna go right now.
I’m gonna go, whoa-o, I’m gonna go