Waving
by The Bevis Frond
From the album: New River Head
Track 4 of 20 on New River Head (1991).
Lyrics for Waving
The view from city buses is most wondrous to behold As the panoply of bridges, domes and alleyways unfolds And there down among the dead men Is a face that you once knew And you hope she doesn't notice That she's waving at you Are you cash inside a cylinder in Mother London's shop To be pumped around the system till the air is all used up So you sit there in the carriage turning seven shades of blue And the people on the platform are all waving at you So you bagged that little runaround, it was going for a song And now you wish you'd never bothered 'Cause it's always going wrong And you break down on the Westway And the rain turns into glue And the QPR supporters are all waving at you Oh the pressures of survival they can break an honest man And the lack of understanding is so hard to understand If you want to leave the party then you'd better join the queue And the ones who beat you to it are all waving at you