divendres

it's friday afternoon
and i'm on the train again
blinded by orange
the conductor's yelling something
but the kids are yelling
'we're bein' held up again!'

and it's so cold out
and i'm not getting warmer
by walking faster
and i must look really silly
like a hermit crab in rush hour
to see you

and you're sleeping peacefully
and i'm walking frantically
and i wouldn't have it any other way
without you, babe