The sun beats down on another endless traffic jam And I think again, "What is the point of this?" My eyes are sore and my hands are fists But then we start to move and I ease my grip And those dark thoughts begin to slip And as the traffic picks up speed There's just one thing I need Dearest, you're my h**ne That's when you're my h**ne So I'm standing here on a busy street I've got things to do, people to meet And the rushing crowd is pressing on all sides But suddenly they disappear And I think again, "What am I doing here?" I've got one real destination One place I want to be Dearest, you're my h**ne That's when you're the h**ne And I'm going up in a skyscraper of gla** and steel
Down there people come and go, almost too small to see And in an hour or two I'll be one of them, nowhere to go, no-one to see And though the clock ticks down relentlessly it' still too slow for me Dearest, you're my h**ne That's when you're the h**ne When the time comes 'round, it's getting dark And the push and shove has made its mark And I'm worn out, feeling black and blue But the stars still shine on the darkest nights To me they seem so very bright Until the rescue comes I'm holding on and I'm holding tight Dearest, you're my h**ne That's when you're the h**ne Dearest, you're my h**ne That's when you're the h**ne...