Katie Melua- Crawling up a hill
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mama wakes me says,
”Don’t be late”,
I get to the office, tryin’ to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second, ...