Lyrics:

Every morning (a)bout half past eight, My Mummer 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 Im 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 (a)bout half past eight, My Mummer 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