All the people around you surround you, confound you
They are seem the same.
No one tries to speak you go for weeks with no squeak
From any strangers
And it’s all money this, money that, money chat
That’s a fact.
That’s the rate of the exchange ’round here.
Oh well!
The nine-to-five leaves you dead in your mind
So you step out the door and go looking for more
While the city’s sleeping – there you go!
See the sparks tear down the track,
Feel them flash as they shoot up your back
As you get on the train and mind the gap
Between old and new
Between them and you.
Hey there boy when you gonna/better/gotta
Start acting your age?
When you gonna give up the ghost?
You coast the most of all those little music games
When you gonna find a job/get a job/when you gonna stop
Try’n’a make a name on stage?
Oh well!
The nine-to-five leaves you dead in your mind
So you step out the door and go looking for more
While the city’s sleeping – there you go!
As you get out to the street
The night air’s alive and under your feet
There’s a pulsing of life, who knows you could meet
Someone like you!
And as your pushing through the crowds
It’s hot there to breathe and the music’s so loud
But through all the lights, the sights, the sounds
They’re looking at you
And not just right through…