Here with a suitcase in my hand
I walk the street to find a fortune teller
But when the future’s in your palm
They read it like a book that lasts forever
Makes you run
One last train for the inner city
Run
You I know are like the rest
You’re holding on with all the best intentions
But tear the fabric off your nest
You’ll find the eggs have gone and no one mentions
How you run
One last train for the inner city
Run
One last train for the inner city
Here in the sun
There on the sand
Falling like angels
You hold out your hand
Here in the sun
There on the sand
Falling like angels
You hold out your hand
Turn on
Hold out
We will be here
In the end
In the end
Run
One last train for the inner city
Run
One last train for the inner city
Run
One last train for the inner city
Run
Here in the sun
There on the sand
Falling like angels
You hold out your hand
Turn on
Hold out
We will be here
In the end