Is the bakery baking bread all night long? Is the fakery painting smiles on the prinicple? Hey I can breathe all the things I see! Hey I believe that all the fun we've had Can be put in a bag and manufactured What takes you back to the office: It must be something that you just need to do It must be something you ought to Takes you away from the things that you call blue When the receptionist sings a song, Is it wrong? Is your occupation fun, reading poetry? Hey, maybe yeah. Signing autographs... Hey, you would know. Through all the thick and thin: I've been fat, I've been thin, I've been skinny yeah What takes you back to the office It must be something that you just need to do It must be something you ought to Takes you away from the things that you call blue In the paper it says yes In the bible it says no On the TV maybe so And the neighbours they won't go In the bible it says no... The relationship I'm in is only to justify All the buildings I've lived in have all been identified What takes me back to the office It must be something that I just need to do Could this be something I ought to do? Takes me away from the things that hurt me too