The sun beats down on another endless traffic jam
And I think again, "What is the point of this?"
My eyes are sore and my hands are fists
But then we start to move and I ease my grip
And those dark thoughts begin to slip
And as the traffic picks up speed
There's just one thing I need
Dearest, you're my h**ne
That's when you're my h**ne
So I'm standing here on a busy street
I've got things to do, people to meet
And the rushing crowd is pressing on all sides
But suddenly they disappear
And I think again, "What am I doing here?"
I've got one real destination
One place I want to be
Dearest, you're my h**ne
That's when you're the h**ne
And I'm going up in a skyscraper of gla** and steel
Down there people come and go, almost too small to see
And in an hour or two I'll be one of them, nowhere to go, no-one to see
And though the clock ticks down relentlessly it' still too slow for me
Dearest, you're my h**ne
That's when you're the h**ne
When the time comes 'round, it's getting dark
And the push and shove has made its mark
And I'm worn out, feeling black and blue
But the stars still shine on the darkest nights
To me they seem so very bright
Until the rescue comes I'm holding on and I'm holding tight
Dearest, you're my h**ne
That's when you're the h**ne
Dearest, you're my h**ne
That's when you're the h**ne...