Every morning (a)bout half past eight,

My Mummer wakes me says,

"Don't be late",

Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,

My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.



So I stop one day to figure it out,

I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,

To sing the blues that I know about,

My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.



Minute after minute,

Second after second,

Hour after hour goes by,

Working for a rich girl,

Staying just a poor girl,

Never stop to wonder why.



So here I am in London town,

A better scene Im gonna be around,

The kind of music that won't bring me down,

My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.



Every morning (a)bout half past eight,

My Mummer wakes me says,

"Don't be late",

I get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,

My life is like a slow train crawling up a hill.



So I stop one day to figure it out,

I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,

To sing the blues that I know about,

My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.



Minute after minute,

Second after second,

Hour after hour goes by,

Working for a rich girl,

Staying just a poor girl,

Never stop to wonder why.



So here I am in London town,

A better scene I'm gonna be around,

The kind of music that won't bring me down,

Life is just a slow train.



So here I am in London town,

A better scene I'm gonna be around,

The kind of music that won't bring me down,

My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill