The Backyard Of My Life
Wake Me Up When The Whistle Blows
Its another new day in this old town
The more things change
The more things stay the same
Why do you never listen when i speak
On a night of desirable objects
I cant think of anything i want or need
So i lay down and go back to sleep
Wake me up when the whistle blows
Like smoke from a fire dirty was the daybreak
Never looking back sometimes i get more then i can take
Down by the riverside a red flame lights up the sky
Spiral staircase castles of clouds make me wonder why
The more i stay in one place the more i wanna say goodbye
Its typical of the sailors who work
Down at the waterfront docks
To send postcards back to the places
They have never been when there at the bottom of a bottle
Dreaming of Paradise they fall fast asleep
Wont you wake them up when the whistle blows
Like a beautiful bird flying across the face of the moon
Too busy chasing tomorrow today is over to soon
Another dandelion dies on a windowsill up at velvet creek
Broken bridges paths of victory reaching there peek
While my mind grows strong my heart feels weak
Its time to start the machines up again
At Mr McGee's metal manufacturing factory
The staff where smoking now there clocking in
A driver picks up cardboard boxes in his delivery van
Hes always in a hurry to get out on the road
Says lord slow me down when the whistle blows
Me i like to take my time I've got no place to be
Wake me up when the whistle blows
Don't mind if i daydream no one keeping me in check
Wake me up when the whistle blows
Wake me up when the whistle blows
Wake me Up when the whistle blows
By Keith Hagger
