In an out, up and down, it's the same old Things we do and say everyday Waiting for the weekend when the week has just begun Captured in the moment as the minutes tick away For the weekend comes, and goes around And for just one night, I am king of this town King of this town Its swings and roundabouts, that we are living on Year to year, we sing the same old song The swings and roundabouts that we are living on Day to day, we sing the same old song And every week outside I see that northbound That's come to take me away And I wonder where the end of this town is And the life of a young man beginsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
