on my way to work i rode a big green bus i could see everything from the upper deck people came and went smoking cigarettes i picked the packets up when the people left but all the time i thought of you how far away the future seemed how could i have so many dreams and one of them not come true on my way to work i bought a magazine inside a pretty girl liked to water ski she came from chichester to study history she had removed her clothes for the likes of me but all the time i thought of you how would you know that i was there how could i soul search everywhere without knowing what to do on my way to work as i was clocking in i could see everything how it came to be people come and go smoking cigarettes i pick the packets up when the people leave but all the time i think of you how far away the future seems how could i have so many dreams and one of them not come true on my way to work  but all the time i thought of you how would you know that i was there how could i soul search everywhere without knowing what to do on my way to work on my way to work