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Walk out of the door and make my way up the street |
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Cold wind in my eyes runs a tear down my cheek |
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Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain |
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At least the sound of the birds compensates for the rain |
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Hit the queue for the bus and then join the line |
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Same faces for the last ten years of my life |
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See them more than my friends I couldn't tell you their names |
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Shattered glass on the floor the kids have run out of games |
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And I don't see that's ever gonna change |
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One hour passes till I'm back on my feet |
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A stone's throw I will be walking till I'm off the street |
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Hang my coat to dry, settle down with the herd |
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Some I really don't mind, some just get on my nerves |
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Turn my back to the clock cause it slows the time |
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Take out a cigarette and hear the match strike |
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Turn the radio on to drown the sound of the rain |
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Same bands same songs play again and again |
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And I don't see that's ever gonna change |
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Tell me I'm not right say what you like I'm miles away |
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And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day. |
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From my place of work I move away in haste |
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Time there moves slow but rushes when I'm away |
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Pass a girl from my school the conversation's brief |
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Gotta catch that train, get myself some relief |
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I meet up with friends and they knock off at six |
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I pull at five and walk about for a bit |
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Watch the world go by through an empty glass |
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And I know that won't be the last 'so' |
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Tell me I'm not right say what you like I'm miles away |
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And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day. |
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Creep back into bed and I pull up the sheet |
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High over my head and undercover my feet |
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Till the room goes dark and i'm miles away |
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Jump to the alarm and start another day! |
