Two Working Men

In a crowded city where the sun don't show. Two working men rise with the

morning glow. One's got a hammer, another's in a suit.

Chasing down dreams while the world's in pursuit. Two working men, side by side.

One builds a future, the other takes a ride. In the 9

to 5 grind they find their way. Sweat and hope and the light

of day. One works the steel, the other writes the lines.

Crafting their stories, dancing through the times. With calloused hands, papers in their

grip. Striving for something on a sinking ship. Two working men,