Took the bus, took the train
Went to work, ignored the pain
What a rainy day, unfriendly faces
Got dragged around all types of places.

Closed my eyes, smelt your hair
Looked around, but you weren't there
Had some lunch, jacket potatos
Chicken wings and fried tomatoes.

After that, lit a fag, said a prayer and took a drag;
These days I toast never do combust so much,
I burn for the both of us though.
Second day, second job -
passing thought for the world to stop -
Shoes are too tight feet are aching -
Called in 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 -
Can’t find my bearings…
But to be fair, I might have cared -
Might have cared if you were there (x2)

Stressed as hell, fatigued as fuck,
Putrid passion, rotten luck;
Worked to death, chomping at the bit -
Crazed as Christ and broke as shit.
Watched the news, someone died -
Saw the mother, teary eyed -
Son shot dead on Walworth Road -
I thank god no one I know…
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,
Shaking limbs, paranoid fanatic -
Unwashed 10 days in a row -
So afraid almost paralytic.
I tell them that I do the same -
In certain moods, on certain days…
But despite the sane ways I can think
I could not do much to convince them…
Back to base, had a meeting -
2 kids die a week because their parent beat them.
I wish I could say I was surprised
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 Gill Hicks, she survived the bombings -
Wrote a book… made a killing…
I read somewhere that some lost their legs,
Umpteen injured, 52 dead.
In some places far away, that shit happens every day.
Now scared of buses, scared of trains,
But got to get to work someway…
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 where Nick got jooked.
I get to sing my joys and sorrows -
Not made it yet… maybe tomorrow…
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 time’s a tyrant unto strife -
And strife’s the type of life I seem to lead,
And time won’t heal this wound easily.
Take your light, your shadowed passions,
I hear your 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 ruin wore?
Were you wearing that paisley I adore?
Were you hatred? Were you lust?
You understand this, ‘cause you must -
That men have the consistencies
Of love and war through history…
I must see you, I must know,
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go? (x12)