Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My mummer wakes me says,
´Don´t be late,
Get to the office, tryin´to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

So stop one day to figure it out,
I´ quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
The sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene i´m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won´t bring my down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Every morning (a)bout half past eigh
My mummer wakes me says,
´Don´t be late,
Get to the office, tryin´to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

So stop one day to figure it out,
I´ quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
The sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene i´m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won´t bring my down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.