Oh, day after day, every morning. The city sighs and cars collide. Oh we take the train. Through the winter hinterlands and garage bands. An we wash it away, we wash it away this grey.
A one way ticket is all we need. No return, no guarantee. Straight ahead and don't look back. This train is on a one way track. . Oh life, it's a precious thing.
A one way ticket is all we need. No return, no guarantee. Straight ahead and dont look back. This train is on a one way track. . Oh, oh, oh,. Life is a precious thing.