Crawling Up A Hill Katie Melua Every morning 'bout half past eight, My Moma wakes me says, "Don't be late", Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate, My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. So I stop one day to figure it out, I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt, To sing the blues that I know about, My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. Minute after minute, Second after second, Hour after hour goes by, Working for a rich girl, Staying just a poor girl, Never stop to wonder why. So here I am in London town, A better scene, I'm gonna be around, The kind of music that won't bring me down, My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. Every morning 'bout half past eight, My Momma wakes me says, "Don't be late", I get to the office, tryin' to concentrate, My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. So I stop one day to figure it out, Quit my job without a shadow of a doubt, To sing the blues that I know about, My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. Minute after minute, Second after second, Hour after hour goes by, Working for a rich girl, Staying just a poor girl, Never stop to wonder why. So here I am in London town, A better scene, I'm gonna be around The kind of music that won't bring me down, Life is just a slow train. So so so here I am in London town, A better scene I'm gonna be around, The kind of music that won't bring me down, My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill //by lvjj