Lyrics Walk Away - The Box

Walk Away

Six oclock
On your feet
Your eyes sticky
Your face is a mess
Its a working day…
Red and white
Toothpaste
Down the bowl
Shower time
No hot water…
Breakfast
Hot coffee, oops!
In your eggs…
Never mind…
Down the stairs
In the street
Hey lady, guess what?
Youve missed your bus…
I caught myself dreaming of an open field
In October when the wind turns the sky to grey
I could stand still there in the middle of the hay
Could do nothing but to wish time would fade slowly here
Its a working day…
A rainy day…
Id walk, walk, walk away…
Its a mid-week day…
A working day…
Id walk, walk, walk away…
I caught myself dreaming of an open field
In October when the wind turns the sky to grey
I could stand still there in the middle of the hay
Could do nothing but to wish time would fade slowly here
Its a working day…
A rainy day…
Id walk, walk, walk away…
Its a working day…
A mid-week day…
Youre late!
And theres your boss…
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Typewriter
Modern world
Nine to five
Coffee again?
Oops!
In your papers!
Its a working day…
A rainy day…
Id walk, walk, walk away…
Its a mid-week day…
A working day…
Id walk, walk, walk away…
Oh!
Oh!
Larry Romance!
Movies tonight?
Oh no!
Oh no!
Five oclock!
Time is up!
Taxi cab
New York City!
Its a traffic jam!
Walk, walk, walk away…
Walk, walk, walk away…
I caught myself dreaming of an open field
In October when the wind turns the sky to grey
I could stand still there in the middle of the hay
Could do nothing but to wish time would fade slowly here
Its a working day…
A rainy day…
Id walk, walk, walk away…
Its a mid-week day…
A working day…
Id walk, walk, walk away…