Fussing and fighting alone with our friends
Holding our breath and hoping it never will end
It´s been a long, long haul
We would be ducking and diving, a rise then a fall

Pretending the ups and the downs didn´t matter at all
And we got it almost right
Well there were hundreds and hundreds of mumbling miles
Always a personal reason to cop or to smile
Now there´s a green light

We came and we went, we went then we came
Slowly but surely we learnt that it wasn´t a game
But it was good clean fun
We were just second-hand cars along with the rest
Holding our own and hanging on in with the best
Nothing comes easy
Drinking and thinking what we´d rather do
Nothing of any real interest is coming on through
Maybe we´re all right now
But in the end does it matter, matter at all?

Scratching a living and having one hell of a ball
Nothing comes easy