I don't want to have to want you

Taunt you or haunt you

I don't want risk you

Just to kiss you then miss you



I don't want to have to leave you home

I don't want to spend the night alone



But I'll keep myself hanging on

The songs you played as the night went on

On the way to work



I don't want to have to wake you

Break you and not take you

I don't want to be the wrong man

The last man or your romance



I want to take you in the car

And all these streetlights

To be our stars



And all the songs on the radio

Could be playing just for you

On the way to work



Lowly men and working boys

Painted girls on buses

Full of heat and noise



Just to be like one of them

But we're so far gone it's not the same

Lets pretend just the same

That we're on the way to work

We're on the way to work



I want to be like one of them

I want to be like one of them