You’ve been travelling on the same road.
Travelling on the same road.
You’ve been travelling on the same road
as me.

Everyday I ride the freeway
with a million other souls
all shooting for the moon.
But behind every pair of empty eyes
is an emptier room.
Sad, so sad
where are we going to?
Or are we going nowhere fast?

So today I drove into the city
in a big expensive car.
I was trying to be cool.
I thought it would make me a bigger man
but I’m just a bigger fool.
Sad, so sad
knowing she’s out there,
I die a little bit each day.

When fear, bad coffee and lies
and melancholy
are just part of the working week,
I go looking for love in the heart of the city
but I can’t even find a beat, no no.

But the lawyers say… “there is no law.”
And the doctors say… “there is no cure.”

For this kind of loneliness hurts
even the movers and the shakers.
The only ones laughing are the undertakers.

Fear, bad coffee and lies
and melancholy…
Suits and ties disguise the melancholy.



Everyday I ride the freeway
with a million weary souls
still shooting for the moon.
It’s like watching rosebuds die
before they get to bloom

Sad, so sad
I know you’re out there… Somewhere

Are you looking for someone too?
Someone too?

We’ve been travelling on the same road.

I’ve got to keep believing

Travelling on the same road.

Believing that it’s true.

You’ve been travelling on the same road
as me.

Oh, it’s got to be true.

You’ve been travelling on the same road
as…

Fear, bad coffee and lies and melancholy
just a part of the working week.
Fear, bad coffee and lies and melancholy
just a part of the working month.
Fear, bad coffee and lies and melancholy
just a part of the working year.
Fear, bad coffee and lies and melancholy
just a part of the working life.

© Godley / Gouldman