Just a touch of industry, Monday morning
Put on your collar and head straight out
Everyone's waiting, don't be late
Uptown midday

Sound of the city on slow decay
See the faces behind private eyes
As you pencil in their lives
In the humdrum can you hear the doldrums?

Stepping outside the firing line
There's a foreman standing on a bridge of iron
And the men walk across it to go back to work
In their Monday morning shirts and they don't run

And when the work's done at nights, the streets are alive
With catwalk, West Side Story, flashback parade
In this quick fire, cry tough world
Men with ambition will be loved moving up to another rung

Feel the heart of the city beating tight as a drum
Playing 'Move on up' and they never stop
A whole wold living out 'Beat the Clock'
And it's said and done look after number one

Ultimatum, deadline wound up so tight 'til you can't unwind
Worlds within worlds, some built out of nothing
By those who left this world behind

Driven on by fear or ambition
Now, waiting in line things will work out fine
They just take a little time