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