It's cold here, staring over this night town boulevard
Fingers hetting'stiff
While I write down these lines
On the back of an old Sunday Times
The railway disturbs the peace that surrounds me

I doubt if I'd survive workin'nine to five

I wanna hold your hand this summer
Feel the skin of your legs
Say the words I should've said long ago
The words I should've told you
First time that I saw you last year
I wanna hold your hand this summer

One in a million, still feeling lonely
In a city built for business, laughter and fear
The only reason I stay here
They say it's gook for my career

I doubt if I'd survive workin'nine to five

It's getting late and the town is full of life now
On streets it's like a bunch of actors practising their parts
In a movie that got really bad reviews
Up here, I just write down the lines
On the back of an old Sunday Times