There’s a rhythm in rush these days

Where the lights don’t move and the colors don’t fade

Leaves you empty with nothing but dreams

In a world gone shallow

In a world gone lean

 

Sometimes there’s things a man cannot know

Gears won’t turn and the leaves won’t grow

There’s no place to run and no gasoline

Engine won’t turn

And the train won’t leave

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