going somewhere

Colin Hay

Clock strikes eight up on a Monday
Got to bed at half past five
Canââ?¬â?¢t remember Saturday or Sunday
But life is grand
And doesnââ?¬â?¢t it feel good to be alive when youââ?¬â?¢re
Going somewhere
Going somewhere

Paying for food through bricks and mortar
Biding my time trying to have some fun
Half past ten I drink a little water
Time stands still
Iââ?¬â?¢ve seen my future slip through my hands
Watched the wind whip through desert sands
Then I remember Iââ?¬â?¢m no ordinary man and Iââ?¬â?¢m
Going somewhere
Going somewhere

Itââ?¬â?¢s been years since I was a builder
Working with my head and hands
Dreams of crystal glass and silver
Go flashing past
So tantalizing the things that Iââ?¬â?¢ve seen
I know you know exactly what I mean
Can never look back to where youââ?¬â?¢ve been when youââ?¬â?¢re
Going somewhere
Going somewhere

Clock strikes eight up on a Monday
Got to bed at half past five
Canââ?¬â?¢t remember Saturday or Sunday
But life is grand
Doesnââ?¬â?¢t it feel good to be alive
To laugh until the tears roll from your eyes
Iââ?¬â?¢ll drink to your health from five miles high and Iââ?¬â?¢m
Going somewhere
Going somewhere