Crawling Up A Hill

Every morning 'bout half past eight
my mamma wakes me says
“Don’t be late”
get to the office, tryin’ to concentrate
my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill

So I stop one day to figure it out
I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt
to sing the blues that I know about
my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill

Minute after minute
second after second
hour after hour goes by
working for a rich girl
staying just a poor girl
never stop to wonder why

So here I am in London town
a better scene I'm gonna be around
the kind of music that won’t bring me down
my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill

Every morning 'bout half past eight
my mamma wakes me says
“Don’t be late”
I get to the office, tryin’ to concentrate
my life is like a slow train crawling up a hill

So I stop one day to figure it out
I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt
to sing the blues that I know about
my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill

Minute after minute
second after second
hour after hour goes by
working for a rich girl
staying just a poor girl
never stop to wonder why

So here I am in London town
a better scene I’m gonna be around
the kind of music that won’t bring me down
life is just a slow train

So here I am in London town
a better scene I’m gonna be around
the kind of music that won’t bring me down
my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill