Every morning about half past eight, my mama wakes me, says don't be late Get to the office tryna concentrate My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill So I stop one day to figure it out I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt Sing the blues that I know about My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill Minute after minute, second after second Hour after hour goes by Working for a rich girl, staying just a poor girl Never stop to wonder why So here I am in London town, a better scene I'm gonna be around the kind of music that won't bring me down My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill Every morning about half past eight, my mama wakes me, says don't be late I get to the office tryna concentrate My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill So I stop one day to figure it out I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt Sing the blues that I know about My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill Minute after minute, second after second Hour after hour goes by Working for a rich girl, staying just a poor girl Never stop to wonder why So here I am in London town, a better scene I'm gonna be around the kind of music that won't bring me down My life is just a slow train So here I am in London town, a better scene I'm gonna be around the kind of music that won't bring me down My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill