When the everyday grey closes in
Like today, when the sun shined in my eyes and I was little seeing what was in
My way, as I biked to work, and crossed the bridge
And hoped it was you every time I looked
And crossed the road and watched, the cars go by, flicking past
All of them without you in
And then I saw the light rise round a building there ahead
And dirty pigeons fly off
And ordinary people overtaken on their way to work
Women wearing trainers but otherwise corporate
And boys on bikes with record bags slung off one shoulder in the eight ay em, on the way to minutes measured in how long before too long, I get out of here
It's everyday
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