On my way to work
I rode a big green bus
I could see everything
From the upper deckPeople came and went
Smoking cigarettes
I picked the packets up
When the people leftBut all the time I thought of you
How far away the future seemed
How could I have so many dreams?
And one of them not come trueOn my way to work
I bought a magasine
Inside a pretty girl
Who liked to water-skiShe came from Chichester
To study history
She had removed her clothes
For the likes of meBut all the time I thought of you
How would you know that I was there
How could I soul-search everywhere
Without knowing what to doOn my way to work
As I was clocking in
I could see everything
How it came to bePeople come and go
Smoking cigarettes
I pick the packets up
When the people leaveBut all the time i think of you
How far away the future seems
How could I have so many dreams
And one of them not come trueOn my way to workBut all the time I thought of you
How would you know that I was there
How could I soul search everywhere
Without knowing what to doOn my way to work (x2)