I wish this would crash, a thousand shattered bones, Then I could get off and then I could go home. I’m eating out of plastic, just bought and broke the seal, Sitting next to strangers, eating processed meals.
I’m losing all the sparks in my life; I didn’t notice when they went out, All I do is eat, work and sleep, never any time in between. I’ve got a nice car, nice tv. I’ve got a nice flat, that’s where I sleep. All of these things don’t mean so much to me, anymore.
I’ll get on the wrong train, sleep for half the day When I wake I’ll be somewhere better. And as I sleep I dream, of summers by the sea, Of when I was much younger and still looking at the world. I hear the words of elders; remember what they told us, Of how life’s about value and not how much you earn.
So I’ll sell my nice car, nice tv, buy a quiet place by the sea, Then I’ll out, I’ll be gone, I’ll be home.