I Walk the Same Way to Work

I've walked the same way to work for fifteen years

I turn out of my house, around to the right

I walk seventy steps, past the milk bar sign

I cut under the bridge, duck the concrete pipe

And there on the corner lives the girl I like

But she don't like me back, and that's alright

I'm walking through the park, it's scary at night

I'm thinking about my day as work comes in sight

The closer I get to work, the closer to knock off time

When I get there, ooh

I work long and I work hard

As the day moves along, I know

I quite like the walk back home, back home

The whistle blows, I run out the gate

Pass the butcher on the left, it don't smell great

Back under the bridge and 'round the twist

And there on the corner lives the girl I miss

But she don't like me back, that's fair enough

I walk back through the park, in the dark, it's rough

I walk seventy steps, back in my yard

Finally here, man, the day's been hard

And now I'm back home, ooh

I've worked so long and so hard

I remember a time back when

We walked home together then, back then

And I recall, ooh

When we got lost along the way

In many more ways than one

Off to bed, now the day is done, is done

I've walked the same way to work for fifteen years