Going Nowhere

I hate the way that you've taken back

Everything you've given to me

And the way that you'd always say

It's nothing to do with me

Different versions of many men

Come before you came

All their questions was similar

The answers just the same

I could do with a motor car

Maybe a Jaguar maybe a plane or a day of fame

I wanna be a millionaire so can you take me there

Wanna be wild cos my life's so tame

Here am I, going nowhere on a train

Here am I, growing older in the rain