I don't want to have to want you Taunt you or haunt you I don't want risk you Just to kiss you then miss you I don't want to have to leave you home I don't want to spend the night alone But I'll keep myself hanging on The songs you played as the night went on On the way to work I don't want to have to wake you Break you and not take you I don't want to be the wrong man The last man or your romance I want to take you in the car And all these streetlights To be our stars And all the songs on the radio Could be playing just for you On the way to work Lowly men and working boys Painted girls on buses Full of heat and noise Just to be like one of them But we're so far gone it's not the same Lets pretend just the same That we're on the way to work We're on the way to work I want to be like one of them I want to be like one of them