On My Way To Work Lyrics

On my way to workI rode a big green busI could see everythingFrom the upper deckPeople came and wentSmoking cigarettesI picked the packets upWhen the people leftBut all the time I thought of youHow far away the future seemedHow could I so many dreams?And one of them not come trueOn my way to workI bought a magasineInside a pretty girlWho liked to water-skiShe came from ChichesterTo study historyShe had removed her clothesFor the likes of meBut all the time I thought of youHow would you know that I was thereHow could I soul-search everywhereWithout knowing what to doOn my way to workAs I was clocking inI could see everythingHow it came to bePeople come and goSmoking cigarettesI pick the packets upWhen the people leaveBut all the time i think of youHow far away the future seemsHow could I have so many dreamsAnd one of them not come trueOn my way to workBut all the time I thought of youHow would you know that I was thereHow could I soul search everywhereWithout knowing what to doOn my way to work (x2)