Can you hear the rain fall
Beating out a rhythm on the city wall?
Bad news for the traders on the market stall, they won't sell a thing
Taxi driver beeps a horn
Waking up a baby only newly born
It's a drag for the mother who's feeling worn, she's been up all night
And a busker plays a wrong chord
Surely confirmation that he's being ignored
No one notices him fall upon his own sword, it's a tough old crowd
And the number 7's running late
All the pa**engers will have to wait
Or walk in an attempt to take control of fate
But that's a bold move
God's laughing when you talk about your future plans
It's amusing that you still believe it's in your hands
There are pieces in the puzzle no one understands
But they all fit in somehow, we just can't see it now
Employees on a ciggy break
Doing their best just stay awake
Talking 'bout how much they're prepared to take
But they'll never leave
And a car parked on a yellow line
Excites a traffic warden who arrives on time
It's a pity for the man who has to pay the fine, he's not a rich man
God's laughing when you talk about your future plans
It's amusing that you still believe it's in your hands
There are pieces in the puzzle no one understands
But they all fit in somehow, we just can't see it now