For Tomorrow (Live At the Budokan)

He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
He's trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow

London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
And so we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel
She's trying not to make him sick again
And seeing what she can borrow
London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we're lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And we can wait until tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow

Trying not to be sick again
And holding for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life
And so we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow
Holding on for tomorrow
Holding on for tomorrow

Jim stops and gets out the car
He goes to a house in Emperor's gate
Through the door and to his room
Then he puts the TV on
Turns it off and makes some tea
Says Modern Life is rubbish
I'm Holding on for tomorrow
Then Susan comes into the room
She's a lovely girl with a naughty smile
Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill
It's windy there and the view's so nice
London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose
I'm holding on for tomorrow