All We Do Is Rush Around-Pocketbooks

Seems like lately From leaves on the line to Paxman's 'goodnight' All I ever seem to do is rush around There's never a second to think And you're running From pavements and parks from dawn until dusk All you ever seem to do is rush around Never a second to gaze At the pattern the sun makes through curtains and blinds Or the way that your fringe frames your eyes As the weekends dissolve in our calendars and Seems like every evening's a school night In the goldrush from status to endless deadlines All we ever seem to do is rush around And the next day You're there by my side with a quizzical eye saying 'All you ever seem to do is laze around looking at clouds' As a book lies face down on the table, a crease in the spine And we're supposed to be running for our lives As the weekends dissolve in our calendars and Seems like every evening's a school night In the goldrush from status to endless deadlines All we ever seem to do is rush around And on bank holidays we stop and say 'Let's try again next year 'Cos all we do is rush around'