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)