One Long Day Cold Chisel

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

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

Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep
Until the first-light struck me down