Going Somewhere Testo

Clock strikes eight up on a Monday

Got to bed at half past five

Can't remember Saturday or Sunday

But life is grand

And doesn't it feel good to be alive when you're
Going somewhere

Going somewhere



Paying for food through bricks and mortar

Biding my time trying to have some fun

Half past ten I drink a little water

Time stands still

I've seen my future slip through my hands

Watched the wind whip through desert sands

Then I remember I'm no ordinary man and I'm
Going somewhere

Going somewhere



It's been years since I was a builder

Working with my head and hands

Dreams of crystal glass and silver

Go flashing past

So tantalizing the things that I've seen

I know you know exactly what I mean

Can never look back to where you've been when you're

Going somewhere

Going somewhere



Clock strikes eight up on a Monday

Got to bed at half past five

Can't remember Saturday or Sunday

But life is grand

Doesn't it feel good to be alive

To laugh until the tears roll from your eyes

I'll drink to your health from five miles high and I'm

Going somewhere

Going somewhere

Going somewhere

Going Somewhere