There's an empy seat on the train today that makes its way up to the town
There a letter found on an office desk that's finally come to his senses.
He's tired of commuting tired of computing tired of sitting on fences.
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he ways that money don't metter
And there's more to life than doing what's right
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He wants to do something for his children's children something to rememver him by.
And nobody wishes they spent more time at work when they finally lay down to die.
And he's downsized and analysed his last bottom line no linger will he be hard hearted.
He's going to paint puictures of the Isle of Skye intil the undersigned is departed.
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he ways that money don't metter
And there's more to life than doing what's right
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder
So the years went by and Julian was forgot and one day his tea boy made it to the boss
And to brighten his wall he hung pictures sometimes one of them the Isle of Skye strangely insigned
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he ways that money don't metter
And there's more to life than doing what's right
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder