City life is closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years
Bus timetable'll be my elegy
Up at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out
It's a week-by-week charade
General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace
And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, someone spreads the rumour
People come and go
You got to move
You got to go
You got to be somebody
And you've got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strange
I wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep
'Til the first-light struck me down
Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, the freeway's cool and quiet
Dodging rubber stains
People talking in a seaside bar
I ain't sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far
You know I'll disappear some long weekend
Find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
Forget who I am
You got to move
You got to go
You got to be somebody
And you got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strange
One long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
One long night
It's all right, you've done it again
And soft, low words
The slender ladies, beneath the café fans
One long day
Layed by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subways, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor, a million miles away
One long night and you're alone
Meanwhile
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I get the blues
Lord, I get the blues so bad
Meanwhile
City ways
Lonely life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I get the blues
Lord, I get the blues so bad
Know I get the blues so bad
And meanwhile
City ways, lonely life goes creeping on
And on and on, on and on
Sometimes, I get the blues
Lord, Lord, I get the blues so bad
So bad, so bad
So bad