Going Nowhere
Hate the way that you've taken backEveything you've given to meAnd the way that you'd always say'It's nothing to do with me'Different versions of many menCome before you cameAll their questions were similarThe answers just the same
I'm gonna get me a motor carMaybe a JaguarMaybe a plane or day of fameI'm gonna be a millionaireSo can you take me there?Wanna be wild 'cos my life's so tame
Here am I, going nowhere on a trainHere am I, growing older in the rainHey 'eyHey 'eyHey 'ey
Hate the way that you've taken backEveything you've given to meAnd the way that you always say'It's nothing to do with me'
Different versions of many menCome before you cameAll their questions were similarThe answers just the same
I'm gonna get me a motor carMaybe a JaguarMaybe a plane or a day of fameI'm gonna be a millionaireSo can you take me thereWanna be wild 'cos my life's so tame
Here am I, going nowhere on a trainHere am I, growing older in the rainHere am I, going nowhere on a trainHere am I, getting lost and lonelySad and lonely, why sometimes does my life feel so tame?Hey 'eyHey 'eyHey 'ey