You wake up at the break of day And what do you see People rushing all around Unconsciously They pour into the subways In never ending queues To get to their employment No time to lose No time They've got no time to call their own Can't stop to wonder if the day is sunny 'Cause time to them means money No time They've got no time to call their own I wonder when they'll start believing This life was meant for living It's the same the whole world over now Money is king It forces honest people To do strange things Like slaving in a factory Or sweating down a mine There's not a thing I wouldn't do To make a dime No time They've got no time to call their own So wrapped up in their fight for hidden treasure They don't have time for pleasure No time They've got no time to call their own I wonder when they'll start believing This life was meant for living No time They've got no time to call their own I wonder when they'll start believing This life was meant for living