Worlds and we back home Everybody on the train will run, run on a bill of mortality Somebody's dying on the street today Oh, I can't stop running.

As it all never had people want to leave it home.

And people want to leave it home.

get back on with the seven years.

Wide awake chasing tracks of her tears.

Cornered the mess, I got the gist of it.

I promised her, I'd get her out of the care of all the place.

was falling pits, understaffed and overroofed back outside, so poor nurses around the club, and the beauty of you, they left my waiting