Lyrics

I used to think I was independent cause I had got up and left for the South But that's where the grind caught up with me again I found the town when I arrived, got seasonal work and then settled for a year in a cheap first floor with a boyfriend But he wasn't the one And seasons change the same wherever you are So, you're bumbling along not unhappily in your routine when he appears And suddenly you're wretched You've let yourself down and there's only one way out of this And the car door's wide open You open your eyes and you're in the passenger seat The too familiar town scene in the rear view And all you've got in is your work clothes and a big grin You've left everything behind again But you've left him plenty to remember you by You're both doing pick up work Keeping one step ahead of the grind that spreads like an invading army through everyone's minds and keep them ticking over in the engine of the blind Until one day, you're looking at each other And you can both see the symptoms of the disease in your routine affections In your private language, in your new friends' assumptions And you wake up one morning and you roll to the middle of the bed and your feet are cold and there's no note The inevitable slaps your face but you don't know if it's saying "I told you so" or if it's saying that you're a fool for expecting anything different Now you're stranded in a foreign country with no money and a few fair weather friends and they're telling you that constant drifting is a means to a low end I know I'm in a jam and it's not gonna be much fun I'm settling like dust My daydream's packed his case and run But I don't have any regrets for all the people left behind Because their disapproving faces show the great cancer of the grind