I fear the word career, in terms of time and actions.It 
takes me so long, it took me so
Long to get to work, to get to,
A past B through C again, rush hour faces follow.
I've got something to lean on,
Behind these wicked doors.
I've something here.
Still all the grey statues are pressing near.
And sharp sand will strengthen foundations,
But the sea is so far away, now.
Stay young, stay fit, do your gym plan bit,
You at least try, but your figure won't show through 
the working clothes.
And sharp sand will strengthen foundations,
But the sea is so far away, now.
Stay young, stay fit, do the gym plan bit,
You at least try, but your figure won't show through 
the working clothes.
Got nothing to lean on,
No knock at these wicked doors.
Got nothing here.
Those cold grey statues press too near.
You give me something, but I, I, I...

You see we all pack our lunches, and then pack the 
trains.
You see there's loads and loads and loads of other 
people here,
Who have stayed up for hours and been dreaming like me,
Carefully squeeze, knees to their elbows,
But don't Smile. No space for friends and on-board 
etiquette,
And politics, and sport and breasts. Flip the page for 
the rest.
A lustful wet and glinting eye. A smartly dressed by 
seedy side.
Yeah, I lack control, no I don't actually get much 
sleep.
You give me something, but I don't have to use it,
Even though there's this round the clock, round the 
clock medicine.
So fear the word career, scripted timetables and no 
free actions.
It takes so long to train the hands and brain, then 
catch the train,
And finally get to work. And it's just...
A time to be told and then see those rush hour faces 
follow.
I've got something to lean on,
Behind these wicked doors.
I've got somewhere here.
I've got somewhere... here.
You give me something, but I, I, I, I, I, I...
Yeah, I lack control, no I don't actually get much 
sleep.
You give me something, but I don't have to use it,
Even though there's this round the clock, round the 
clock medicine.