In an out, up and down, it's the same old
Things we do and say everyday
Waiting for the weekend when the week has just begun
Captured in the moment as the minutes tick away
For the weekend comes, and goes around
And for just one night, I am king of this town
King of this town
Its swings and roundabouts, that we are living on
Year to year, we sing the same old song
The swings and roundabouts that we are living on
Day to day, we sing the same old song
And every week outside I see that northbound
That's come to take me away
And I wonder where the end of this town is
And the life of a young man begins
