A Track In Orbit

(Carpe diem, but we need rem)

Wipe the condesation off a bus window
Watch the world move fast, so fast, so fast arround you
Puppets sleepwalk onto platforms overflown
Watch them seep into a carriage, but where's that tunnel go

The best years have left you waiting for the train
And now you're restless to get to payday right as rain
That Friday comes finally that same old combination
Of crime and excitement then it's Monday once again

(I said)

Run, run, run for the money young
Gun, run, run for the money young
Brother there ain't enough to go arround
So you better get leggin it now now now

Everyone's rushing so you better rush
There won't be nothing left when you get in touch
Years pass and you ask where the time went
Probably down that tunnel huh

Wipe the condesation off a bus window
Watch the world move fast, so fast, so fast arround you
Locked in orbit of a life that can't win so
Just fuck it off and come let's dance
Let's dance to the radio

I said dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio