One of the best things ever:
You wake to find you've never been away so long
Never been so gone
From all the endless racing around in circles
Chasing little precious sums that are never really good enough
But you'll never have time, unless you make it
There's no worry where we're headed, but until then, we're slaves to it
You don't want to get stuck in the middle of
Waiting around for something better to pull you through
Said you just wanna find a bit of good love
In this town before you give up and just move
Where nobody will know you
But you'll never have time, unless you make it
There's no worry where we're headed, but until then, we're slaves to it
