Pocketbooks - Cross The Line lyrics

I'm asleep on a train on the Zone 2 boundary Awoken by the weary sigh of a ticket guy Placating some 'young lady' by his side I was late, I was tired and I lost my Oyster card He's coming on with all this tired bureaucracy When all I need is empathy and sleep On the street nothing's changed since the 1990s (You've changed, you're so much older) Oh, I haven't changed since '99 (Well I've seen your suit) I've still got my paperround When I get to my desk I'm a different person (That's a conscious choice you made though) I'll manage risks and strategies (Is that enough?) Yes, as long as I get paid I'm a painter, always painting lies It was all fine Til a man in a street said that what you've done there is just Cross the line I've no desire to go too far and Cross the line Led astray by the city ways and Cross the line I don't know why but I always try for the last word When you know the last word's mine As a kid I would run through the fields and orchards (What about your hayfever though?) I'd climb the branches to the top (What with your vertigo?) Look I'm making all this up I've a dream of a house with the perfect garden (Yeah, you and a thousand of others) The pebble dash and the crazy pave (And a 4x4?) Nah, we'd cycle every day I'm a carpenter Chip away at dreams Til a bartender Said that one of these days all your cycnical ways will just Cross the line I've no desire to go too far and Cross the line Led astray by the city ways and Cross the line I don't know why but I always try for the last word When you know the last word's mine I'd swap some sleep for a fixed emotion A G&T and some suntan lotion A bag of chips in a seaside coast town An empty seat on the underground and A basement club where there's space for dancing A conversation that's life enhancing A sudden twist that I'm not expecting A novelette with a cryptic ending