3 acessos
Took the bus, took the train
Went to work, ignored the pain
What a rainy day, unfriendly faces
Got dragged around all types of places
Closed my eyes, smelt your hair
Looked around, but you weren't there
Had some lunch, jacket potatos
Chicken wings and fried tomatoes
After that, lit a fag, said a prayer and took a drag
These days I toast never do combust so much
I burn for the both of us though
Second day, second job
Passing thought for the world to stop
Shoes are too tight feet are aching
Called in sick but I was faking
When I do go I am late, always make the same mistake
That mistake being not caring - 6 days a week
Can’t find my bearings
But to be fair, I might have cared
Might have cared if you were there
Stressed as hell, fatigued as fuck
Putrid passion, rotten luck
Worked to death, chomping at the bit
Crazed as christ and broke as shit
Watched the news, someone died
Saw the mother, teary eyed
Son shot dead on walworth road
I thank God no one I know
Went to work for the nhs
Mental health, people depressed
Met joanne - scared of living
Afraid of dying, terrified of being
Then met paul, a schizophrenic
Shaking limbs, paranoid fanatic
Unwashed 10 days in a row
So afraid almost paralytic
I tell them that I do the same
In certain moods, on certain days
But despite the sane ways I can think
I could not do much to convince them
Back to base, had a meeting
2 Kids die a week because their parent beat them
I wish I could say I was surprised
The news just choose which ones to highlight
Choose which ones to highlight
Took the dlr, took the tube
Read a book, nothing else to do
Read gill hicks, she survived the bombings
Wrote a book, made a killing
I read somewhere that some lost their legs
Umpteen injured, 52 dead
In some places far away, that shit happens every day
Now scared of buses, scared of trains
But got to get to work someway
So I play with my life, you could say
But don’t we all? Don’t we all?
Don’t we all? Don’t we all?
I got a gig, got myself booked
Just down the road where nick got jooked
I get to sing my joys and sorrows
Not made it yet, maybe tomorrow
Closed my eyes, saw your face
Looked around, you were no place
I feel so left out when you’re not around
I feel so left out when you’re not around
But you are time, and I am life
And time’s a tyrant unto strife
And strife’s the type of life I seem to lead
And time won’t heal this wound easily
Take your light, your shadowed passions
I hear your talk, I see your actions
What I don’t see are your eyes
Those flaming symbols of the night
Was that your skin that I saw
On the road my ruin wore?
Were you wearing that paisley I adore?
Were you hatred? Were you lust?
You understand this, ‘cause you must
That men have the consistencies
Of love and war through history
I must see you, I must know
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?