Well it's five o'clock,
I can leave the office,
I can head for home on the evening train,
can't stand my boss and I hate the job but I need the money,
it's the real pain.
Well I hate the crowd,
I despise the rush,
I stay ahead for home when they push and shove,
I should stay behind and avoid the jam,
but I must get home,
it's the way I am.
Computer Fantasy,
Computer Fantasy,
The underground is a funny place,
I look away,
if you see their face you'll beat their eyes,
see the panic,
their face goes red,
it's so insane.
No one talks,
oh no one hears,
so I read a book to avoid death,
as they sit asleep on the railway ride,
I'll just hide by looking outside.
