Just another day on the circle line,
losing myself as I follow signs,
Beneath the surface underground I keep my feelings deep inside.
Just another face In another crowd,
taking my place without a sound,
I follow strangers blindly through toward the so familiar doors.
Just another day,
just another day,
another day.
I always depart but I never arrive,
ever a moment passes by
when I feel I'm not treading water In a sea of drifting souls.
No way out, there's no escape,
running blind and running scared
and the cctv cameras track my movements In the maze,
9 to 5's the only time I try to kid myself that I'm still alive,
that I'm living out the dream to earn my freedom from this rat race
where all I do's survive, I live the lie, I serve my time.
On the circle line.
Round and round and round and round and round and round I go!
9 to 5's the only time I try to kid myself that I'm still alive,
that I'm living out the dream to earn my freedom from this rat race
where all I do's survive, I live the lie, I serve my time.
Just another day, just another day,
just another day, Just another day,
just another day, just another day
on the circle line.
I'm going down, I'm going down on the circle line,
The piper calls you forward with an ancient tune,
And you follow down empty corridors,
To take you on a journey to another world,
To take you on a journey to the stars.