City life is closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years,
Bus timetable`ll be my elergy
Up at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out
It`s a week-by-week charade
General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace
And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go
Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn`t sleep
Until the first-light struck me down
Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, freeway`s cool and quiet
Dodging rubber stains
People talking in a seaside bar
I ain`t sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far
You know I`ll disappear some long weekend
Find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
And forget who I am
You 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 strange
And 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 alone
Meanwhile
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I get the blues