Woke up on Monday morning
Sun beats through my thin curtain
The voices of school children
Off to learn their parent's way
Listen to the sleepy worker
Jump into his well kept car
Coughs itself into the morning
The city yawns and makes a start
The city yawns and makes a start

He drags himself right out of bed
He heard a voice not what it said
A sound, a waking sound, it wants to wake you
The daily paper shines again
The promised girls are all they claim
Stuck on smiles and someone out there's won and now they're having fun

Once you start
You're out of time
Running for the wind blowing into dreamy eyes
And he read 'life is an adventure'
The world winked then glittered with a lover's oath
For gloating eyes and glutted throats
And in the bars they're laughing loud
To blast away those office hours
Blades without their knives for cutting out their isolation
A girl is bought another drink
The nation's out to lunch this week
She knows he's talking all lunch with his mouth shut
Thinking back, a blushing bride
Purer than the breeze blowing into dreamy eyes
A welcome put on a doormat, now there's a chain and lock behind each door,
No open arms that were there before

And you wander, when you're down and feel under
And it drives you to distraction

The Sun sets over huddled homes
And curtains drawn around each fold
A picture of old England so loved for what's remembered
He returns the city fed, the dying day a heart's been bled
Each cherished grudge a brick to build a wall of silent thunder
In the dusk things fall apart, running for the wind blowing into dying
Eyes,
Those hearts mothered to 'no future', smothered by a strange love through
To middle age then torn away all wages paid,

And you wonder, when you're down and feel under
And it drives you to distraction.

A siren taunts the acid air
And blasts the newborn infant's ear
And fading mourns the child's cruel awakening
You went from B grade, to C grade and finally hit the degrade when the
Lights went out in your brain