On my way to work I rode a big green bus I could see everything From the upper deck
People came and went Smoking cigarettes I picked the packets up When the people left
But all the time I thought of you How far away the future seemed How could I so many dreams? And one of them not come true
On my way to work I bought a magasine Inside a pretty girl Who liked to water-ski
She came from Chichester To study history She had removed her clothes For the likes of me
But all the time I thought of you How would you know that I was there How could I soul-search everywhere Without knowing what to do
On my way to work As I was clocking in I could see everything How it came to be
People come and go Smoking cigarettes I pick the packets up When the people leave
But all the time i think of you How far away the future seems How could I have so many dreams And one of them not come true
On my way to work
But all the time I thought of you How would you know that I was there How could I soul search everywhere Without knowing what to do
On my way to work (x2)
Compositor: Paul James Mc Cartney (The Fireman) (PRS)Editores: Mc Cartney Music Inc (ASCAP), Mac-cartney Music (PRS)Publicado em 2013ECAD verificado obra #8036138 e fonograma #12168425 em 28/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM