On My Way To Work

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 x2