Day to Day for 6 Days a Week

Took the bus, took the train
Went to work, ignored the pain
What a rainy day, friendly 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 potatoes
Chicken wings and fried tomatoes

After that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and took a drag
These days our toasts never do combust so much
I burn for the both of us though

Second day, second job
Passing forth 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
Six days a week, can't find my bearings

But to be fair I might have cared
Might have cared if you were there
Might have cared if you were there
Might have cared if you were there

Stressed as hell, fatigued as fuck
Putrid passion, rotten luck
Worked to death, chompin' 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

I 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
Shaken limbs, paranoid fanatic
Unwashed ten 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 same ways I could think
I could not do much to convince them

Back to base, had a meeting
Two kids die a week 'cause their parents beat them
I wish I could say I was surpised
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 Hick, 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 everyday

Now scared of buses, scared of trains
But got to get to work some way
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

I 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 times 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 ruined war?
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, did you go?
Did you go, did you go?
Did you go, did you go?
Did you go, did you go?
Did you go, did you go?
Did you go, did you go?