City life is closing in on me   The way things go, thirty years,   Bus timetable'll be my elergy      Up at seven every working day   Pay comes in, pay goes out   It's a week-by-week charade      General panic in the marketplace   Boss found hung in office   Could not stand the pace      And as the peak-hour traffic jams below   Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour   People come and go      Wandered down along the river last night   Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep   Until the first-light struck me down      Padding homeward on the inside lane   Early morning, freeway's cool and quiet   Dodging rubber stains      People talking in a seaside bar   I ain't sentimental, but Lord   Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far      You know I'll disappear some long weekend   Find a mangrove landscape   Stretch out along some busted jetty   And forget who I am      You go to move   You got to go   You go to be somebody   You got to roll   You got to stop   You got to change   You got to make a little money   And be a little strange      And one long day   Is all it takes to steal her heart away   One long night   And it's allright, you've done it again   Soft, low words   And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans   One long day   Layed by dreams   Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town   Dreams so far   From the subway, the crowds heading home   Close each day   In technicolor, a million miles away   One long night and you're alone      Meanwhile   City ways   Life goes creeping on   Sometimes   I get the blues