I'd need to trade some overtime for playtime
and leave behind the same old daily grind
For once I'd like to stand and feel the sunshine
I gonna do what I decide on MY TIME......

I keep working as the hours, fade away
Bite my tongue and keep a big smile on my face
I've been that other guy that sweats all the time
Can't make ends meet with his ass on the line
He can't keep up - he keeps falling behind,
it's a long.........road

CHORUS 1:
When the Clock strikes four, I'm out that door
and my life becomes my own
I won't have to be accounted for
work my fingers to the bone
" My Time" ain't gonna be no "Work Time"

I won't let another weekend slip away
Gonna take my precious freedom, every day
I won't complain or moan and talk on the phone
or show up late no I won't throw stones
I'll do my job and I'll do it right
cuz it's a long.........road

CHORUS 2:
When the Clock strikes four, I'm out that door
& my life becomes my own
I won't have to be accounted for,
work my fingers to the bone
No more ringing of a thousand phones
someone always wanting more
I can rest my feet, be worry-free
in the comfort of my home

Soon I'll sign my name and cash my paycheck
Though a dollar now ain't worth a dime
But I'll be kickin' back and watchin' Star Trek
Yeah I don't mind I'm gonna unwind, I will decide
because it's MY TIME......

CHORUS 3:
When the Clock strikes four, I'm out that door
and my life becomes my own
I won't have to be accounted for
work my fingers to the bone
No more ringing of a thousand phones
someone always wanting more
I can rest my feet, watch DVD’s,
you can find me in the zone
" My Time" ain't gonna be no "Work Time"