Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Sunrise paints the kitchen gold, the coffee steams, a story told
Not of ancient kings or silver rings, but of the man that daily springs
From sleep and into structured day, to chase the doubts and fears away.
He is Milo Gregory, a name that suits the steady beat,
The quiet rhythm of his feet.
(Chorus)
Oh, Milo Gregory, with a mind like a clock,
Pencil-sharp, firm as a rock.
He plans the future, maps the ground,
Before a single change is found.
He measures twice and cuts once true,
In the world of Milo, the plan sees it through.
(Verse 2)
The notes are stacked, the lists are long, he knows exactly where he's strong.
It isn't flash, it isn't loud, he stands apart within the crowd.
He finds the beauty in the line, the perfect ninety-degree design.
He'll fix the leak, he'll mend the wall, he's the one you know will never fall
For hasty choices or for chance, he moves with a purposeful, measured glance.
(Chorus)
Oh, Milo Gregory, with a mind like a clock,
Pencil-sharp, firm as a rock.
He plans the future, maps the ground,
Before a single change is found.
He measures twice and cuts once true,
In the world of Milo, the plan sees it through.
(Bridge)
Some might call him rigid, say he takes the long way round