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 iüm 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