One of the best things ever: You wake to find you've never been away so long Never been so gone From all the endless racing around in circles Chasing little precious sums that are never really good enough But you'll never have time, unless you make it There's no worry where we're headed, but until then, we're slaves to it You don't want to get stuck in the middle of Waiting around for something better to pull you through Said you just wanna find a bit of good love In this town before you give up and just move Where nobody will know you But you'll never have time, unless you make it There's no worry where we're headed, but until then, we're slaves to it