Humdrum

Just a touch of industry
Monday morning
Put on your collar and head straight out
Everyone's waiting, don't be late
Uptown midday
Sound of the city on slow decay
See the faces behind private eyes
As you pencil in their lives
In the humdrum
Can you hear the doldrum
Stepping outside the firing line
There's a foreman standing on a bridge of iron
And the men walk across it to go back to work
In their monday morning shirts
And they don't run
And when the work's done

At nights, the streets are alive with
Catwalk, West Side Story, flashback parade
In this quick fire, cry tough world
Men with ambition
Will
Be loved

Moving up to another rung
Feel the heart of the city beating tight as a drum
Playing 'Move on up' and the never stop
A whole world living out 'Beat the Clock'
And it's said and done
'Look after number one'
Ultimatum, deadline
Wound up so tight
'Til you can't unwind
Worlds within worlds, some built out of nothing
By those who left this world behind
Driven on by fear or ambition
Now
Waiting in line
Things will work out fine
They just take a little time