Humdrum

Just a touch of industry, Monday morning, Put on your collar and head straight out Everyone's waiting, don't be late... Uptown midday, Sound of the city on slow decay See the faces behind private eyes As you pencil in their lives In the humdrum, Can you hear the doldrum, Stepping outside the firing line There's a foreman standing on a bridge of iron And the men walk across it to go back to work In their monday morning shirts And they don't run And when the work's done. At nights, the streets are alive with Catwalk, West Side Story, flashback parade, In this quick fire, cry tough world Men with ambition Will, Be loved. Moving up to another rung Feel the heart of the city beating tight as a drum Playing 'Move on up' and the never stop A whole world living out 'Beat the Clock' And it's said and done 'Look after number one' Ultimatum, deadline Wound up so tight 'Til you can't unwind Worlds within worlds, some built out of nothing By those who left this world behind Driven on by fear or ambition Now, Waiting in line, Things will work out fine They just take a little time.