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 Turn On Hold Out We Will Be There 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
