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

I 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

On my way to work

On my way to work