Deep asleep as I awaken by a murder cry, a phone ring.
Stumble around the room to find my feet.
An anxious office man, asking why I never paid on time again.
No excuse had better things to do.

I've got so much more to give.
But it all comes down to this,

Life gets in the way, life gets in the way.
Life gets in the way of what I want to say.
I need a reason why, I need a stronger high,
I need to find a way to make me want to stay.

Driving round again a traffic island, all the exits blocked again,
Except the one, and I know where it goes.
Stare at the playground wall.
Tell me what the circles' for, I don't know.
Maybe I'm the only one who don't know.

I've got so much more to give.
But it all comes down to this,

Life gets in the way, life gets in the way.
Life gets in the way of what I want to say.
I need a reason why, I need a stronger high.
I need to find a means to stretch me at the seams.
A river running down an estuary for streams.
A lightning bolt to light the bedside table lamp.
Picasso on a wall in a home for the blind.
A hurricane to dry the washing on the line.
A tanker to my door, so I can fill my car.
I need to find a way to make me want to stay,
Why should I stay? Why should I stay?
Why should I stay! I've got so much more to say.