Sat looking at the clock
Everyone around you always in such a rush
What thoughts to have of nothing but this job
When I have dreams of such getaways away from this poxy jaunt

Surely I'm not the only one with dreams of pastures new
These guys have been here for so long they must be overdue
Grey and rescinding, worries of money and the mortgage
I just want to be on a beach, cocktails with closed eyelids

Now I am starting to think these things don't just fall onto your lap
40 years man and boy, first you've got to wade through the crap
So there's the thinking, the breakthrough, that one inquisitive thought
An idea that no one must ever think, the one that can never be bought

As I lay here in my tree swing bed just watching the blue sea
Those fools back home still thinking hard, of what might be might be
Because it clicked one day, that idea I always had when I was a teen
Hidden thoughts are ready to pounce, just waiting for a dream

JJB