| Cardiac arrest |
| Papers in the morning, bowler hat on head. Walking to the bus stop, he's longing for his bed. Waiting with his neighbours, in the rush hour queue. Got to get the first bus, so much for him to do. He's got to hurry, got to get his seat. Can't miss his place, got to rest his feet Ten more minutes 'till he gets there, the crosswords nearly done. It's getting so hard these days, not nearly so much fun. His mind wanders to the office, his telephone desk and chair He's been happy with the company, they've treated him real fair. Think of seven letters begin and end in C, Like a big American car but misspelt with a B I wish this bus'd get a move on, drivers taking his time. I just don't know I'll be late, oh dear what will the boss say. Pull yourself together now, don't get in a state. Don't you worry, theres no hurry, It's a lovely day, could all be going your way. Take the docs advise, let up enjoy your life. Listen to what they say, it's not a game they play. Never get there at this rate, he's caught up in a jam. There's a meeting this morning, it's just his luck oh damn. His hand dives in his pocket, for his handkerchief. Pearls of sweat on his collar, his pulse rate seems so brief. Eyes fall on his wristwatch, the seconds pass real slow. Gasping for the hot air but the chest pain it won't go. Try to ask for help but can't seem to speak a word. Words are whispered frantically but don't seem to be heard What about the wife and kids they all depend on me We're so sorry we told you not to hurry. Now it's just too late, you've got a certain date. We thought we'd made it clear, we all voiced our inner fears. We left it up to you, there's nothing you can do. |