Another raindrop on my head And I'm still lying here in bed I'm waiting for the chance to come So I can leave this place called home But nothing ever seems to be The way that I want it to be Another English morning goes by And I'm asking myself why Why am I in this strange place Where nobody's seem to have joined the race But people are never going to be The way that you want them to be I guess city life isn't half that bad When you're given no reasons to be mad At the people walking in straight lines As they go home to their kids and wives But no one's ever going to be The way that you want them to be