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One fine day near the end of the tax yearMr Richards was gripped by a new fearWho would be at his retirement partyAnd though he still had years to go before heSlipped over the edge of the workforceThe question remained and in his wake there came an armyWhat price creature comforts – what is this life really all about?He drew a line between work and living, and work was winning outAnd he worked for half his life, to spend the end just feeling tired outThat’s when his roof caved inAnd so he made a list of all the people he worked withAnd cut it down to the ones he got on withPaired each one off with the decade of his careerAnd then he thought of all his friends from back homeThe crazies, the ladies, the lovers he’d knownAnd then he looked around his office and wondered why he was still hereWhat price creature comforts – what is this life really all about?He drew a line between work and living, and work was winning outAnd he worked for half his life, to spend the end just feeling tired outThat’s when he realised that he scrimped and saved all his precious daysSo he could buy icers and microwavesAnd he only looks forward to his holidaysLetras de cancionesThat’s when his roof caved inAnd it would be nice to have holiday homes and healthy bank statements and fat little kids,And I guess you can be happy to dream all your dreams as camcorder records of the things that you did,But as soon as your sleeping does it really matter what mattress you happen to be sleeping on?As long as your living and your having fun; he always laughed at the drop-outs, that he could never live that way.But the truth is Mr Richards was a coward, he was afraid.Mr Richards decided on the very next morningTo make his life and work the same thingCleared he desk, he hit the road and he never retired. From Letras Mania