On My Way To Work Songtext / Lyric

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 so many dreams?

And one of them not come true



On my way to work

I bought a magasine

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



On my way to work