Seems like lately
From leaves on the line to Paxman's goodnight
All I ever seem to do is rush around
There's never a second to think
And you're running
From pavements and parks from dawn until dusk
All you ever seem to do is rush around
Never a second to gaze
At the pattern the sun makes through curtains and blinds
Or the way that your fringe frames your eyes
As the weekends dissolve in our calendars and
Seems like every evening's a school night
In the goldrush from status to endless deadlines
All we ever seem to do is rush around
And the next day
You're there by my side with a quizzical eye saying
All you ever seem to do is laze around looking at clouds
As a book lies face down on the table a crease in the spine
And we're supposed to be running for our lives
As the weekends dissolve in our calendars and
Seems like every evening's a school night
In the goldrush from status to endless deadlines
All we ever seem to do is rush around
And on bank holidays we stop and say
Let's try again next year
Cos all we do is rush around