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 have so many dreams? And one of them not come true        On my way to work I bought a magazine 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 On my way to work