One of those days,

dull and grey,

one of those days,

oh, this is the life,

simple and plain,

this is the life,

this is the life with not too much stress upon the brain,

this is the life,

simple and plain,

stood here waiting for a breath of fresh air in the city,

the city full of car fumes and fog that invades the nose and the lungs,

yes, this is the life,

simple and plain,

this is the life and the time to escape to somewhere with not too much stress upon the brain,

yes, waiting under the umbrella under stormy skies and in the rain,

waiting,

waiting,

waiting for a bus,

waiting to leave the cold that climbs inside you and that rattles you and makes you want to complain,

that makes you want to complain to the man in the sky,

that makes you want to complain to the man in the sky who appears not to care anyway,

waiting,

waiting,

soaked through in the rain,

wanting the warmth to ease the cold from your bones,

wanting it to leave you right away,

waiting for the bus,

with your thoughts almost frozen inside your brain,

waiting in the rain,

waiting in the rain,

waiting,

waiting here waving at the bus but It just passes you and does not stop,

and it drives right past you through a massive puddle,

and it splashes you halfway up your body,

leaving you to complain,

leaving you to agitatedly complain,

in the rain,

in the seemingly never-ending rain,

oh, what a pain,

what a pain,

damn rain,

damn rain,

waiting,

on your way to a simpler life,

and oh, the rain,

it is so organised in its regularity,oh, how I wish buses were the same.

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