A Wooden Fish On Wheels

Going around all the shops always closing
Never time to persue my interests
Will I ever find the time
For a quick taste of the high life?
I’m so perplexed though it doesn’t really seem
To affect the high and mighty
And I can’t see you ever
Turning up trumps into my life
See me coming up and coming whoops-a-daisy
One, two, nothing counts in this complex world
Lights are in the making
Never see them changing
Always stay the same for me, oh
Out in the air, on the top in the open
Conversation is to be expected
And I can’t form the words
So I just maintain my silence
My breathing space is limited
The people always walking
Round my hallway on the stairs below
Always seem to end up on the road before me
Things they really seem to bore me
Driven around all the shops always closing
And it appears that I’ve been mended
And I can’t see me ever
Turning up trumps into your life
See me coming up and coming whoops-a-daisy
One, two, nothing counts in this complex world
Lights are in the making
Never see them changing
Always stay the same for me, oh