Day to Day (6 Days a Week)

Took the bus, took the train Went to work, ignored the pain What a rainy day And the friendly faces got dragged around All types of places Closed my eyes, smelled your hair Looked around but your weren't there Had some lunch Jacket potatoes, chicken wings, and fried tomatoes After that, lit a fag Said a prayer and took a drag These days our toasts never do combust so much I burn for the both of us though Second day, second job Passing forth for the world to stop Shoes are too tight, feet are aching Cold and sick but I was faking When I do go, I am late Always make the same mistake That mistake being not caring 6 days a week I'll find my bearings But to be fair I might have cared Might have cared if you were there Might have cared if you were there Might have cared if you were there Stressed as hell, fatigued as fuck Putrid passion, rotten luck Work to death, jump in at the bit Crazed as christ and broke as shit Watched the news, someone died Saw the mother, teary eyed Son shot dead on the wall of road I thank God, no one I know I went to work for the NHS Mental health, people depressed Met Joanne, Scared of living, afraid of dying, terrified of being Then met Paul, a schizophrenic Shaken limbs, paranoid fanatic Unwashed ten days in a row So afraid almost paraletic I tell them that I do the same In certain moods, on certain days But despite the same ways I could think I could not do much to convince them Back to base, had a meeting Kids die all week, cause their parents beat them I wish I could say I was surpised The news just choose which ones to highlight Choose which ones to highlight Took the DLR, took the tube Read a book, nothing else to do Read Joe Hick, she survived the bombings Wrote a book, made a killing I read somewhere that some lost LX Umpteen injured, 52 dead In some places far away, that shit happens everyday Now scared of buses, scared of trains But got to get to work some way So I play with my life you could say But don't we all? Don't we all? Don't we all? Don't we all? I got a gig, got myself booked Just down the road when it got jooked I get to sing my joys and sorrows Not made it yet, maybe tomorrow I closed my eyes, saw your face Looked around, you were no place I feel so left out when you're not around I feel so left out when you're not around But you are time and I am life And times are tiring and under strife Strife's the type of life I seem to lead And time wont you let this wound easily Take your light, your shadowed passions I hear you talk, I see your actions What I don't see are your eyes, those flaming symbols of the night Was that your skin that I saw, on the road My ruined war Were you wearing that Paisley I adore Were you hatred, were you lust? You understand this 'cause you must That men have the consitencies of love and war through history I must see you, I must know Did you falter, did you go? Did you go? Did you go?