Everyday People (Orchestral)

Everywhere I go there's everyday people

Everyday people

Status Quo equal

Most of 'em are stressing almost everyday

They're special though

They all hold secrets the details you'll never know

Everyday the same journey to the studio again

I see the same familiar faces don't know any of their names

There's the conductor at the station

Always stressing when it rains

I'm worried the stress about the weather is just a channel for his pain

Everyday I seem to see the same man have a cigarette

Hanging out the window of his 2nd floor flat

Then the old man in the bus stop with the huge hunch-back

Looks up but look sad

I wonder if he ever shares any of his stories that he must have

I wonder if he's sick of getting picked on by the young lads

I wonder why the old lady's feeding the birds

Or if the drunk guy screaming will ever be heard

It must be tough to be a young mum

Pushing that buggy through the percussion of the Hum-Drum

I'm just stuck in a conundrum

Fascinated by the abundance of the wonderful faces in London

We're looking for some answers

And we can find them in life

We just wanna know if you're all OK

Everywhere I go there's everyday people

Everyday people

Status Quo equal

Most of 'em are stressing almost everyday

They're special though

They all hold secrets the details you'll never know

I like to stop and stare

Watch an old lady pack her bag

Buzzing from the discount two for one upon a rack of lamb

Muddle past the bin man

Fag in hand

Fat guy

Crack on show

Looking like he's older than his years imply

Not like those young kids on back of bus rides

Chatting laughing licking chicken glinting naughtiness in eyes

I see a cheeky boy stop to look at a girl

You can almost split the tension from that crush he got on her

Yo I swerve round the park on the way to my house

Because around five is when the office people come out

If there's any drop of sunshine left in the day

Then it's cider's in the park

I love the look on the face

I see the face of myself in my local pub window

Reflections

Questions

Answers

Ten fold

An everyday rapper with a stack of thoughts pencilled

A mention for everyone

Humility's essential

Everywhere I go there's everyday people

Everyday people

Status quo equal

Most of 'em are stressing almost everyday

They're special though

They all hold secrets the details you'll never know