Whether you're in L.A.
Sunny laid back L.A.
Whether you're in New York
Comfort 'round your block
Whether you're in the U.K.
Where the sky is dark
And the grass is kinda green
You know like Central Park
I kinda miss the nine to five, yeah
Do those things that you can't hide
I scramble, fight just like a child
I got my head in my hands
I got my head in myβ
I got my head in my hands
I got my head in myβ
I got my headβ
It's just something that you do to get it right
End up reviled for it
Yeah, that's the thanks I get
Uncle's house, it was noon
Sorry boy, I can't employ ya
You are strange, but I like you
Sorry, this is overdue
I promised I would do it right
Her and a boy on a Saturday night
Oh, that's how it goes
All I want to say
Oh, another song
Oh, another day
Oh, another song
Oh, another day
Oh, another song
Oh, another break
We're on the way, fuel the jet
Can see that what he wants, he gets
What does your sworn enemy regret?
