Level signs are swinging in the station only sit in there seats

Burning sun blaring down on the people with hair all wet from the heat 
speeding past the body's out the window men straighten there ties

 all seats of motions of children through fear into adult eyes

 it's a long long long long way to drive before these people find a way to bring the tune to life 

They won't sleep till, they know  
they can be a home 

Burning wheels frictions with the steel the carriage comes with the weight 

People dying together from the table and run head fest through the gate

Past cabs and half the snakes and buses others smoking inside it doesn't take a moment to another solitary weekday ride

it's a long long long long way to drive before these people find a way to bring the tune to life 

They won't sleep till, they know they can be a home 

They won't sleep till, they know they can be a home 

They won't sleep till, they know they can be a home