Day To Day (For 6 Days A Week) Songtext / Lyric

Took the bus, took the train

Went to work, ignored the pain

What a rainy day

And the friendly faces got dragged around

All types of places

Closed my eyes, smelled your hair

Looked around but your weren't there

Had some lunch

Jacket potatoes, chicken wings, and fried tomatoes

After that, lit a fag

Said a prayer and took a drag

These days our toasts never do combust so much

I burn for the both of us though

Second day, second job

Passing forth for the world to stop

Shoes are too tight, feet are aching

Cold and 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

I'll find my bearings

But to be fair I might have cared

Might have cared if you were there

Might have cared if you were there

Might have cared if you were there

Stressed as hell, fatigued as fuck

Putrid passion, rotten luck

Work to death, jump in at the bit

Crazed as christ and broke as shit

Watched the news, someone died

Saw the mother, teary eyed

Son shot dead on the wall of road

I thank God, no one I know

I 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

Shaken limbs, paranoid fanatic

Unwashed ten days in a row

So afraid almost paraletic

I tell them that I do the same

In certain moods, on certain days

But despite the same ways I could think

I could not do much to convince them

Back to base, had a meeting

Kids die all week, cause their parents beat them

I wish I could say I was surpised

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 Joe Hick, she survived the bombings

Wrote a book, made a killing

I read somewhere that some lost LX

Umpteen injured, 52 dead

In some places far away, that shit happens everyday

Now scared of buses, scared of trains

But got to get to work some way

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 when it got jooked

I get to sing my joys and sorrows

Not made it yet, maybe tomorrow

I 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 times are tiring and under strife

Strife's the type of life I seem to lead

And time wont you let this wound easily

Take your light, your shadowed passions

I hear you 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 ruined war

Were you wearing that Paisley I adore

Were you hatred, were you lust?

You understand this 'cause you must

That men have the consitencies of love and war through history

I must see you, I must know

Did you falter, did you go?

Did you go?

Did you go?