One Long Day (Cold Chisel) Lyrics

City life is closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years,
Bus timetable'll be my elergyUp at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out
It's a week-by-week charadeGeneral panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the paceAnd as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and goWandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep
Until the first-light struck me downPadding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, freeway's cool and quiet
Dodging rubber stainsPeople talking in a seaside bar
I ain't sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel farYou know I'll disappear some long weekend
Find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
And forget who I amYou go to move

You got to go
You go to be somebody
You got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strangeAnd one long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
One long night
And it's allright, you've done it again
Soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans
One long day
Layed by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subway, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor, a million miles away
One long night and you're aloneMeanwhile
City ways
(lonely) Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
(lord) I get the blues (so bad)
Songwriters
WALKER, DONALDPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group