Il testo della On my way to work

On my way to work
I rode a big green bus
I could see everything
From the upper deck

People came and went
Smoking cigarettes
I picked the packets up
When the people left

But 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 true

On my way to work
I bought a magazine
Inside a pretty girl
Who liked to water-ski

She came from chichester
To study history
She had removed her clothes
For the likes of me

But 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 do

On my way to work
As i was clocking in
I could see everything
How it came to be

People come and go
Smoking cigarettes
I pick the packets up
When the people leave

But 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 true

On my way to work

But 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 do

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