One Long Day (Live At Bombay Rock) - Cold Chisel

City life is closing in on me

The way things go, thirty years,

Bus timetable'll be my elergy

Up at seven every working day

Pay comes in, pay goes out

It's a week-by-week charade

General panic in the marketplace

Boss found hung in office

Could not stand the pace

And as the peak-hour traffic jams below

Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour

People come and go

Wandered down along the river last night

Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep

Until the first-light struck me down

Padding homeward on the inside lane

Early morning, freeway's cool and quiet

Dodging rubber stains

People talking in a seaside bar

I ain't sentimental, but Lord

Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far

You know I'll disappear some long weekend

Find a mangrove landscape

Stretch out along some busted jetty

And forget who I am

You go to move

You got to go

You go to be somebody

You got to roll

You got to stop

You got to change

You got to make a little money

And be a little strange

And one long day

Is all it takes to steal her heart away

One long night

And it's allright, you've done it again

Soft, low words

And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans

One long day

Layed by dreams

Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town

Dreams so far

From the subway, the crowds heading home

Close each day

In technicolor, a million miles away

One long night and you're alone

Meanwhile

City ways

Life goes creeping on

Sometimes

I get the blues