This one is based on my own experience working at a photofinishing plant while going to college. I’m not a time-driven person, so punching that clock made me feel like I was in prison. I belonged to someone else until I punched out again.

There were a few old-timers there and I began to think about what it must be like if the whole meaning of your life is that you worked at the same company for 50 years. Sent chills up my spine. So I wrote this.

Production note: I intended to start the song with repetitive machine sounds that would become the underlying rhythm, but I didn’t have the tech or know-how to get it done at that time.

Just last week I found an old electronic keyboard of mine actually has the perfect machine sound as one of its voices, and you can vary the tempo, so I’m thinking of trying to lay it in after the fact and see what happens.