With two hundred people in suits all the same
You walk off that last lonely train.
On the half finished buildings only seagulls remain
As you try to think back to the root of this pain
And life aint worth living without a little love
But a little love is never enough
So some folks are fighting for freedom, but youre just fighting the flab
And therein lies the reason that life is a drag.
So you gaze at the television
As some publicity goons cut loose those useless balloons.
Down in the darkness of your lying little heart
Theres a space for you to change
So you can take this world apart.
And these days the morning mirror seems to say to you now,
That you used to be pretty but youre alright now.
And sometimes you find youre dreaming as youre late for work again
Thinking theres not many trees you can see from this train.
Life aint worth living
Without a little love
But a little love is never enough