I'm an executive type in an executive craze
Caught up in a web of corporate maze
With a handshake callous and a golfer's thumb
A barstool butt and a digital numb

Coffee breath on a morning commute
Wall Street Journal in a Hilfiger suit

A laptop mentality
Speed dial duality
A number crunching morality
A superficiality
Is this all I can hope for in this world of plurality'

Can I trade in my portfolio for some peace of mind'
Can I ditch the daytimer and try to find
A forgiving face, a positive place
Quit the chase for some lasting grace

Must I always live in a Wall Street world'
Between the bear and the bull, just shouting words
Does my life exist on a trader's whim
Up again, down again, on a margin so slim'

A laptop mentality
Speed dial duality
A number crunching morality
A superficiality
Is this all I can hope for in this world of plurality'

I want a mate that's a keeper, not a digital beeper
A laugh that's hardy, not a tailgate party
I want to shout and sing, hear the church bells ring
Speak honest words that aren't part of a sting

Can I trade in my Lexus for a flatbed truck
Can I walk in the waves, get out of the muck
Can I jam with the band and enjoy the sound
Play on a swing or a merry-go-round

A laptop mentality
Speed dial duality
A number crunching morality
A superficiality
Is this all I can hope for in this world of plurality'

Just to close the door on the trading floor
The strength to shout, "I won't take it anymore"
Can I live on a farm without a satellite dish
Loaf by a stream and pretend to fish

A laptop mentality
Speed dial duality
A number crunching morality
A superficiality
Is this all I can hope for in this world of plurality'

Now take a deep breath, don't try to recall
This is my day, gotta give it my all
Wake with the sun, live a day at a time
Feel the warmth, feel the shine

Thank the Lord above for this event
I'm a believer and I don't owe rent
I'm a believer, I'm a believer, I'm a believer,
And I don't owe rent

Stopped by the church, I fell to my knees
I said, "Lord have mercy" and you gave me peace
Now I'm a believer, I'm a believer, I'm a believer
Lord you gave me peace

No longer a prisoner of the executive craze
Free at last from the digital maze.

Words by David "Uncle Duke" Keaggy, Music by Phil Keaggy - Copyright 2000