Deep asleep as I awaken by a murder cry, a phone ring   Stumble around the room to find my feet   An anxious office man, asking why I never paid on time again   No excuse, I've better things to do      I've got so much more to give   But it all comes down to this,      Life gets in the way, Life gets in the way   Life gets in the way of what I want to say   I need a reason why, I need a stronger high   I need to find a way to make me want to stay      Driving round again   A traffic island, all the exits blocked again   Except the one, and I know where it goes   Stare at the playground wall   Tell me what the circles' for, cos I don't know   Maybe I'm the only one who don't know      I've got so much more to give,   But it all comes down to this,      Life gets in the way, Life gets in the way   Life gets in the way of what I want to say   I need a reason why, I need a stronger high   I need to find a means to stretch me at the seams.      A river running down an estuary for streams.   A lightning bolt to light the bedside table lamp.   Picasso on a wall in a home for the blind.   A hurricane to dry the washing on the line.   A tanker to my door, so I can fill my car.   I need to find a way to make me want to stay.   Why should I stay? Why should I stay?   Why should I stay? Why should I stay?   Why should I stay? Why should I stay?   Why should I stay?    I've got so much more to say.