Towards city scenes.
With towers, cloaked in all their grey and misery whizzing by.

And I’m left chasing the hollow sounds of emptiness....
Clackaty clack,
Clackaty clack,
Clackaty clack.

Longing for the silence and calm tunnels of dark and black.
So I can choke back tears in secret.
Till the light returns and I should yet again pretend,
A farewell to the beautiful green.