workers on strike and marching down the street the broken bridge won't be repaired today do what you like I don't mind the fact is now I need a place to stay
you never know what is gonna happen tomorrow if time hurries on then you can just pass me by I ride my bike into dark
fooling around in the photograph the shifting sands in the speed of your life no matter how long it takes I'll be fine draw your own map and go on your way
you never know what is gonna happen tomorrow if time hurries on then you can just pass me by no more lights on the street
