Song Lyrics

Sweat my youth away
With the rules we have to play
Speeding through your magazine
Pistol, pavement, no T.V.

Talk and talk
No time, night time
Burnt inside

[Chorus]
Here comes the daylight, here comes my job
Uptown in the penthouse or downtown with the mob
Here comes the night time, here comes my role
Goodbye to the pavement, hello to my soul

Now here comes my job
Credit, bleeding with the mob
Dreams become ideals
No one knows the way I feel

Love to love
Daytime, right time
All my life

[Chorus]

Feel safe in the crowd
An no one admits they're crying aloud
My career fits like a glove
Knowing no orders can come from above

Work and work
Full time, part time
Anytime at all
As you face the wall

God make it this time or never at all
Before your chance has gone
Captain this lead role and you'll be the one
Shine and shine

This time, my time
Make me free at last

Glen Gregory, Ian Marsh, Martyn Ware