Land of John

John wears a tie, takes the same train every day

Says life's too short, but it's long

Been doing the same thing now for twenty years

And he knows that when he started, it was wrong

The choices that you make when you're twenty-one and free

They rarely stand the test of time

It's so easy to let life just happen

So hard to catch what counts cos it just flies

And he still sleeps on the left, she's turned over on the right

Midnight's crazy fumblings gone by nine

There's terror now of what the early morning brings