Day to Day for 6 Days a Week

Took the bus, took the train
 Went to work, ignored the pain
 What a rainy day, friendly faces
 Got dragged around all types of places
 Closed my eyes, smelt your hair
 Looked around but you weren't there
 Had some lunch, jacket potatoes
 Chicken wings and fried tomatoes
 After that, lit a fag
 Said a prayer and took a drag
 These days our toasts never do combust so much
 I burn for the both of us though
 Second day, second job
 Passing forth for the world to stop
 Shoes are too tight, feet are aching
 Called in sick but I was faking
 When I do go, I am late
 Always make the same mistake
 That mistake being not caring
 Six days a week, can't find my bearings
 But to be fair I might have cared
 Might have cared if you were there
 Might have cared if you were there
 Might have cared if you were there
 Stressed as hell, fatigued as fuck
 Putrid passion, rotten luck
 Worked to death, chompin' at the bit
 Crazed as Christ and broke as shit
 Watched the news, someone died
 Saw the mother, teary eyed
 Son shot dead on Walworth Road
 I thank God, no one I know
 I went to work for the NHS
 Mental health, people depressed
 Met Joanne, scared of living
 Afraid of dying, terrified of being
 Then met Paul, a schizophrenic
 Shaken limbs, paranoid fanatic
 Unwashed ten days in a row
 So afraid, almost paralytic
 I tell them that I do the same
 In certain moods, on certain days
 But despite the same ways I could think
 I could not do much to convince them
 Back to base, had a meeting
 Two kids die a week 'cause their parents beat them
 I wish I could say I was surpised
 The news just choose which ones to highlight
 Choose which ones to highlight
 Took the DLR, took the tube
 Read a book, nothing else to do
 Read Gill Hick, she survived the bombings
 Wrote a book, made a killing
 I read somewhere that some lost their legs
 Umpteen injured, 52 dead
 In some places far away
 That shit happens everyday
 Now scared of buses, scared of trains
 But got to get to work some way
 So I play with my life, you could say
 But don't we all, don't we all?
 Don't we all, don't we all?
 I got a gig, got myself booked
 Just down the road where Nick got jooked
 I get to sing my joys and sorrows
 Not made it yet, maybe tomorrow
 I closed my eyes, saw your face
 Looked around, you were no place
 I feel so left out when you're not around
 I feel so left out when you're not around
 But you are time and I am life
 And times a tyrant unto strife
 And strife's the type of life I seem to lead
 And time won't heal this wound easily
 Take your light, your shadowed passions
 I hear your talk, I see your actions
 What I don't see are your eyes
 Those flaming symbols of the night
 Was that your skin that I saw
 On the road, my ruined war?
 Were you wearing that Paisley I adore?
 Were you hatred, were you lust?
 You understand this 'cause you must
 That men have the consistencies
 Of love and war through history
 I must see you, I must know
 Did you falter, did you go?
 Did you go, did you go?
 Did you go, did you go?
 Did you go, did you go?
 Did you go, did you go?
 Did you go, did you go?
 Did you go, did you go?