Just A Man
An office girl
An office joke
Both go up in thick black smoke
Politics are really not my thing
Dirty worlds
And broken spokes
Look at my new bike type blokes
Never saw the point in shiny bling
Cos I'm
Just a man
Who does
What he can
Another day
Another change
Heart and soul are out of range
I suggest a finite time will do
The suns rays
They seem quite strange
Especially when you're on a train
And the world has finally beaten you