On My Way to Work
Bright Eyes Lyrics


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There is a car parked where the block begins
And there are people singing praises
Say, "It's all because of him"
And there is a bird perched on a frayed, wet wire

And his voice sings out for a lover
But it's covered by the choir of voices
Reaching way beyond the rafters
With devotion, they perform these sacred tasks

They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks
Slight suffering is not too much to ask
Besides, we all are making money
And we are all fucking alone

And we don't know what we are doing
Maybe just buying us some hope
Because we know that we are lonely
Yeah, lonely, that's for sure

And the older ones are coughing
And the older ones are dying
Maybe we are all dying
I pass a graveyard on my way to work

Today I saw two dozen white roses
On a fresh new mound of dirt
And I wondered about the occupant
When the darkness finally swallowed him

Was he calm and content?
Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing
Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed
Crying out loud for someone to help him

And collapsing on his back, all pale and dead?
Maybe it's me who's this unstable
Always obsessed about the end
Why can't I let what happens happen?

And just enjoy the time I spend
Oh, how I wish it was so easy
But when there is no point to anything
It can get a bit confusing





Why is that I keep going?
Why is that we keep going?

Overall Meaning

In Bright Eyes's song "On My Way to Work," the singer tells a story about his daily commute and encounters on the street that make him reflect on life, death, and the human condition. He sees a car parked where the block begins, and people singing praises, crediting someone for something unclear. A bird perched on a frayed, wet wire sings out for a lover, but its voice is covered by the choir of voices reaching way beyond the rafters in a sacred performance. The people cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks, suggesting that they are trying to buy hope to overcome their loneliness and mortality. The older ones are coughing and dying, reminding the singer of his vulnerability and fear of death. He passes a graveyard on his way to work and sees two dozen white roses on a fresh new mound of dirt, wondering about the occupant and how he might have felt in his final moments. The singer admits his own instability and obsession with the end, questioning why he and humanity keep going despite the lack of a clear purpose.


Line by Line Meaning

There is a car parked where the block begins
As I travel on my way to work, I see a car parked at the beginning of the block.


And there are people singing praises
I also hear people singing and praising someone in the vicinity.


Say, "It's all because of him"
These people sing in unison and claim that everything happening is because of the unnamed person.


And there is a bird perched on a frayed, wet wire
A bird is sitting on a wire nearby which is frayed and wet from the rain.


And his voice sings out for a lover
The bird sings sweetly, looking for a mate.


But it's covered by the choir of voices
Unfortunately, the song of the bird is drowned out by the voices of the people singing.


Reaching way beyond the rafters
Their voices are so loud that they seem to be reaching beyond the ceiling of the building.


With devotion, they perform these sacred tasks
The people are very dedicated as they continue performing these holy activities.


They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks
These people make prayers and donate money generously.


Slight suffering is not too much to ask
They believe that they should endure some pain and sacrifices as a part of their faith.


Besides, we all are making money
They justify their donations by saying that they all are earning good money.


And we are all fucking alone
Despite being surrounded by many people, everyone feels lonely in their own way.


And we don't know what we are doing
Even when we are performing our daily tasks, we don't have a clear sense of purpose.


Maybe just buying us some hope
Perhaps, we are clinging onto what little hope we have while living our lives.


Because we know that we are lonely
We understand that we are alone in the world and that's a sad truth.


Yeah, lonely, that's for sure
As a consequence, we feel lonely and isolated from others.


And the older ones are coughing
I see elderly people who are suffering from a cough or other ailments.


And the older ones are dying
They are approaching the end of their lives.


Maybe we are all dying
These aging bodies are a reminder that death is inevitable for us all.


I pass a graveyard on my way to work
As I make my way to work, I come across a cemetery where people are buried.


Today I saw two dozen white roses
On a fresh grave, I noticed twenty-four white roses placed recently.


On a fresh new mound of dirt
The grave is still new, and dirt is piled high in a fresh mound.


And I wondered about the occupant
I wonder who this person is and what kind of life they lived.


When the darkness finally swallowed him
Eventually, this person also succumbed to death.


Was he calm and content?
I wonder if this person died peacefully, feeling satisfied with their life.


Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing
Perhaps this person died while struggling to cling on to life, desperately gasping for air.


Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed
In his fear and panic, the person may have pulled apart the sheets on his bed.


Crying out loud for someone to help him
He may have cried out for someone to save him in his last moments.


And collapsing on his back, all pale and dead?
In the end, he may have fallen backward and died, leaving his body pale and lifeless on his bed.


Maybe it's me who's this unstable
I could be the one who is always irrational and not in control of my life and my fears.


Always obsessed about the end
I am perpetually worried and obsessed about death and the end of things.


Why can't I let what happens happen?
I find it challenging to simply accept and go with the flow of life and not worry about what the future holds.


And just enjoy the time I spend
It would be nice to live in the present moment and enjoy the time I have on this earth.


Oh, how I wish it was so easy
But accepting things as they are and living in the present is easier said than done.


But when there is no point to anything
Life seems hopeless and pointless when you begin to question the purpose of everything.


It can get a bit confusing
It becomes challenging to make sense of anything when you feel lost and confused about the point of it all.


Why is that I keep going?
Despite everything, I keep moving forward on this journey of life.


Why is that we keep going?
As humans, we continue to endure and persevere despite the chaos and confusion that life throws our way.




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Written by: OBERST

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