Lyrics

[Verse 1] Michael has just turned 21 and he's dreading getting on the bus His body feels like one big exposed nerve He is observant so he feels like he's being observed And he knows it's absurd He thought by now he would have grown up And grown out of this Yet he persists To bite his lip And focus his attention on the middle distance [Chorus] Michael hopes when he's old and grey He'll finally feel less afraid When faced with tasks which Most take for granted Michael hopes he'll feel less afraid When he's old and grey [Verse 2] Michael has just turned 32 and he's still dreading his commute He concertinas and contorts his limbs onto the tube He tries his best to be courteous, not cause offence, or come across as rude Yet he can shake The feeling that he's taking up too much space So he sets his gaze On the middle distance And tries his best not to listen to the sniggers and the whispers [Chorus] Michael is waiting for the day When all his fears will melt away Then he can start living Free of these misgivings Michael hopes he'll feel less afraid When he's old and grey