Day To Day For 6 Days A Week

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

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?