Thirty nine and you need some leeway Soon you're eyeing the overseas page The trains're running late As you close the garden gate Step through your steel front door frame "Dinner's in the microwave, sweetie" Leipzig is calling you Henry Leipzig is calling you Jane Leipzig is calling you Leanard Leipzig is calling you names Cars were burning on yellow lines Wheels turn, traffic lights change Another misty bus-queue morning Faces smile down from the hoarding You stoop to the bin ' drop something in Well you'll soon feel yourself again And every place is just the same, isn't it? ...Like the sound of taxi brakes The sound of a dentist's drill The colour of skates on ice Under clingfilm ' it's calling Leipzig is calling you names