Is the bakery baking bread all night long?   Is the fakery painting smiles on the prinicple?   Hey I can breathe all the things I see!   Hey I believe that all the fun we’ve had    Can be put in a bag and manufactured      What takes you back to the office:   It must be something that you just need to do   It must be something you ought to   Takes you away from the things that you call blue      When the receptionist sings a song, Is it wrong?   Is your occupation fun, reading poetry?   Hey, maybe yeah. Signing autographs...   Hey, you would know.   Through all the thick and thin:   I’ve been fat, I’ve been thin, I’ve been skinny yeah      What takes you back to the office   It must be something that you just need to do   It must be something you ought to   Takes you away from the things that you call blue      In the paper it says yes   In the bible it says no   On the TV maybe so   And the neighbours they won’t go   In the bible it says no...      The relationship I’m in is only to justify   All the buildings I’ve lived in have all been identified      What takes me back to the office   It must be something that I just need to do   Could this be something I ought to do?   Takes me away from the things that hurt me too