Clock strikes eight up on a Monday   Got to bed at half past five   Can’t remember Saturday or Sunday   But life is grand   And doesn’t it feel good to be alive when you’re   Going somewhere   Going somewhere      Paying for food through bricks and mortar   Biding my time trying to have some fun   Half past ten I drink a little water   Time stands still   I’ve seen my future slip through my hands   Watched the wind whip through desert sands   Then I remember I’m no ordinary man and I’m   Going somewhere   Going somewhere      It’s been years since I was a builder   Working with my head and hands   Dreams of crystal glass and silver   Go flashing past   So tantalizing the things that I’ve seen   I know you know exactly what I mean   Can never look back to where you’ve been when you’re   Going somewhere   Going somewhere      Clock strikes eight up on a Monday   Got to bed at half past five   Can’t remember Saturday or Sunday   But life is grand   Doesn’t it feel good to be alive   To laugh until the tears roll from your eyes   I’ll drink to your health from five miles high and I’m   Going somewhere   Going somewhere   Going somewhere   Going Somewhere