Office Worker Blues

This one's for all the office workers in the audience.

They're people you run into
On a city street -
Your eyes meet and you say hello but
It's not as if you meet.

It's the office worker blues,
Yeah, the office worker blues.

They're people you sit two seats away
From on a crowded train -
You'd like to say 'Hi. How are things?
Let's go walking in the rain.'
You don't of course. And though
Your train stop is the same
They take the alleyway to work,
You take the lane.

It's the office worker blues,
Yeah, the office worker blues.

They're people make you think of things
You'd like to do and say
Not that things would go too far, of course,
But you'd like to anyway.

It's the office worker blues,
Yeah, the office worker blues.

Because your work life is your work life is your work life
And you both remain
Work mates who who aren't real mates
But sometimes share a carriage
on the train.

It's the office worker blues,
Yeah, the office worker blues.

Perhaps your eyes will meet
Some day across a file
And without knowing it you'll
Either laugh or smile
Like holidayers waving
Across a lonely mile.

It's the office worker blues,
Yeah, the office worker blues.