Clock strikes eight Up on a monday Got to bed half past five Can't remember saturday or sunday Life is grand Doesn't it feel good to be alive When you're going somewhere Going somewhere
Paint the food through bricks and motar Bide my time trying to have some fun Half past ten i drink a little water Time stands still I'm seeing my future slip through my hands Watch the wind whip through desert sand Then i remember i'm no ordinary man And i'm going somewhere Going somewhere
It's been years since i was a builder Working with my head and hands Dreams of crystal, glass and silver Gold flashing past So tantalizing The things that i've seen I know you know exactly what i mean Can't ever look back to where you've been When you're going somewhere Going somewhere
Clock strikes eight Up on a monday Got to bed half past five Can't remember saturday or sunday But life is grand Doesn't it feel good to be alive To laugh until the tears roll from your eyes I'll drink to your health from five miles high And i'm going somewhere Going somewhere Going somewhere Going somewhere Going somewhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
