Cowley girl lost in a whirlwind of working overtime Clutches at her bag to go take a drag, society's paradigm Fluorescent lads in their safety hats fester things they shouldn't say She passes them by and in the blink of an eye She feels she's in a cabaret Or is it an ordinary day? In an ordinary town? Back from town her head spins round turns on the TV to fill the void The nylon curtains and the health that keeps worsening Can't tune out life's white noise The neighbour's baby crying and the scream of the sirens That echo down her lane Again and again and again and again and again No it rattles around her brain And round this ordinary day In an ordinary town Living by the numbers, oh she's living day to day Bricked all up in the boulevard with no help on the way No help on the way It's an ordinary day In an ordinary town Ordinary day In an ordinary town