Cross the border, 
Into the big bad world 
where it takes you 'bout an hour 
just to cross the road 
just to stumble across another poor old soul from 
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness 
Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes 
and it's harder than you think 
to believe this sadness 
that creeps up my spine 
and haunts me through the night 
and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos 
suddenly the air smells much greener now 
and I'm wondering 'round 
with a half pack of cigarettes 
searching for the change that I've lost somehow 

These streets have too many names for me 
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay 
I'll get used to this eventually 
I know, I know 

where'd the days go? When all we did was play 
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all 
just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from 
walking by a high-rise to a landmark square 
you see millions of people with millions of cares 
And I struggle to the train to make my way home 
I look at the people as they sit there alone 

Life is good, and the sun is shining 
Everybody flirts to their ideal place 
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them 
Trying to pretend that they've got som space 

These streets have too many names for me 
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay 
I'll get used to this eventually 
I know, I know 

These streets have too many names for me 
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay 
I'll get used to this eventually 
I know, I know 

Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous 
suddenly the air smells much greener now 
and I'm wondering 'round 
with a half pack of cigarettes 
searching for the change that I've lost somehow 

These streets have too many names for me 
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay 
I'll get used to this eventually 
I know, I know 

These streets have too many names for me 
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our quay 
I'll get used to this eventually 
I know, I know