Crawling up a hill
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,My Mummer wakes me says,"Don't be late",Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,To sing the blues that I know about,My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,Second after second,Hour after hour goes by,Working for a rich girl,Staying just a poor girl,Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,A better scene I'm gonna be around,The kind of music that won't bring me down,My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,My Mummer wakes me says,"Don't be late",I get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,My life is like a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,To sing the blues that I know about,My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,Second after second,Hour after hour goes by,Working for a rich girl,Staying just a poor girl,Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,A better scene I'm gonna be around,The kind of music that won't bring me down,Life is just a slow train.
So here I am in London town,A better scene I'm gonna be around,The kind of music that won't bring me down,My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill