I ran down to the bus
And the bus was late
I figured it wouldn't take much to wait
At this god forsaken hour
I had to make it to the iron tower
I looked down at my watch and my watch was on time
I looked up at the street
There went the old M9
And it's another way of saying that I'm
Close to lost
And I'm heading nowhere
I wanna sing forever more and not look back
I'd like to stick it to the world and have a crack
The paper pile stacks up
and the rates dive down
I need another crazy reason to stay around
And it's the cleanest way of emptying
My rubbish bin
And I'm sane again
And then my tie knot's tight
And my belt's worn out
I need another pair of pants to be
out and about
And all the shops are dark and empty
And I'm browsing for some sanity
I wanna sing forever more and not look back
I'd like to stick it to the world and have a crack
The eyes of Donald Sutherland
The faded jeans of a manual labour man
I stuck three dressed coat hangers in my bag
I ran down to eight avenue and hailed a cab
'I said this time will be the last time that I leave for
Grand Central Station'.
And my ticket stub's torn
And my bag's in the rack
The sound of the whistle
And the train was leaving
I was counting the few hours till the Crappalachian trails are running
I wanna sing forever more and not look back
I'd like to stick it to the world and have a crack