Clock strikes 8, up on a monday
Got to bed half past 5
Can't remember Saturday or Sunday
And life is grand
Doesn't it feel good to be alive
When you're going somewhere
Going somewhere
Pay for food through bricks and mortar
Bide my time, try to have some fun
Half past 10 I drink a little water
And time stands still
I've seen my future slip through my hands
Watch the wind whip through, desert sands
Then I remember I'm no ordinary man
And I'm a going somewhere