Crawling Up A Hill

Crawling Up A Hill
Every morning bout half past eight,
My Mama wakes me says,
\"Don't be late\",
Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene Iüm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mama wakes me says,
\"Don't be late\",
I get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,
My life is like a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I'm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
Life is just a slow train.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I'm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
En esta canción de Katie Melua, la artista nos cuenta la historia de una persona que se encuentra atrapada en una rutina monótona y agotadora. Cada mañana, a eso de las ocho y media, su madre la despierta con la advertencia de no llegar tarde al trabajo, donde lucha por concentrarse en sus tareas...