Going Somewhere

Clock strikes eight up on a Monday
 Got to bed half past five
 Can't remember Saturday or Sunday
 Life is grand
 Doesn't it feel good to be alive
 When you're going somewhere
 Going somewhere
 Paint the food through bricks and mortar
 Bide my time trying to have some fun
 Half past ten I drink a little water
 Time stands still
 I'm seeing my future slip through my hands
 Watch the wind whip through desert sand
 Then I remember I'm no ordinary man
 And I'm going somewhere
 Going somewhere
 It's been years since I was a builder
 Working with my head and hands
 Dreams of crystal, glass and silver
 Gold flashing past
 So tantalizing, the things that I've seen
 I know you know exactly what I mean
 Can't ever look back to where you've been
 When you're going somewhere
 Going somewhere
 Clock strikes eight up on a Monday
 Got to bed half past five
 Can't remember Saturday or Sunday
 But life is grand
 Doesn't it feel good to be alive
 To laugh until the tears roll from your eyes
 I'll drink to your health from five miles high
 And I'm going somewhere
 Going somewhere
 Going somewhere
 Going somewhere