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As he taxes the drawer on the fifteenth floor
He can't help cursing his luck
Life could have dealt him such a different hand
Maybe two across and twenty-three up
But there ain't no door on the thirty-eighth floor
No shortcut at any stop
The nearer high rise comes closer to skies
The temptation to actually jump
And it's sadder the leaving than left
Sadder the going than gone
Saddest of all is a person bereft
Of the chance to jump off or walk on
Falling from ladder, landing on dagger
A thousand and one ways to die
Better the brave and the early to grave
And damn those too frightened to try
As he awaits the last score on the twenty-fifth floor
He looks down at the madness below
It's always some Grimsby or Scunthorpe
Some place he ain't been or won't go
And as result comes in and his head goes down
Yet another week he's gonna be stuck
Where the bitter slips rain like confetti
A let down, thrown out or screwed up
And it's sadder the leaving than left
Sadder the going than gone
Saddest of all is a person bereft
Of the chance to jump off or walk on
Falling from ladder, landing on dagger
A thousand and one ways to die
Better the brave and the early to grave
And damn those too frightened to try
So we wish you good spaces and faraway places
Good luck in the folk that you meet
'Cause if you don't travel, the dust and the gravel
Will swallow you up from your feet
Disarmed and forgettin', please carry a weapon
To remind you will on your return
Travel ye far and travel ye well
And bring back every lesson you learn
Travel ye far and travel ye well
And bring back every lesson you learn
