Some Are Bankers, Some Are Clerks
[Verse 1]
Down the road and past the street
Cobblestones appear to greet
Tired, restless, weary feet
They will all appear to meet
[Verse 2]
People on their way to work
Some are bankers, some are clerks
All have simple little lives
They're all sad and they all hate their wives
[Verse 3]
Underneath all peoples' smiles
Underlying sense of guile
Back and forth we throw ourselves
To not read books and dust our shelves
[Chorus]
I can't help but think that sometimes
That there's nothing back here for me
No sound in space, what can that mean?
How will I talk when I'm out there?
[Verse 4]
Up above, high in the sky
Where aeroplanes, they swoop and fly
People look through small windows
At the landscape far below
[Chorus]
I can't help but think that sometimes
That there's nothing for me back here
No sound in space, what can that mean?
How will I talk when I'm out there?
Down the road and past the street
Cobblestones appear to greet
Tired, restless, weary feet
They will all appear to meet
[Verse 2]
People on their way to work
Some are bankers, some are clerks
All have simple little lives
They're all sad and they all hate their wives
[Verse 3]
Underneath all peoples' smiles
Underlying sense of guile
Back and forth we throw ourselves
To not read books and dust our shelves
[Chorus]
I can't help but think that sometimes
That there's nothing back here for me
No sound in space, what can that mean?
How will I talk when I'm out there?
[Verse 4]
Up above, high in the sky
Where aeroplanes, they swoop and fly
People look through small windows
At the landscape far below
[Chorus]
I can't help but think that sometimes
That there's nothing for me back here
No sound in space, what can that mean?
How will I talk when I'm out there?