Rat Race

Twilight makes its entrance to a damp and dusky day

Working time is over and the kids go in from play

Power drawn and weary, deep below the ground

Sit a hundred thousand faces, no one makes a sound

Huge gargantuan tunnels, carved by the hand of man

Move a hundred thousand faces, coming home from work again

While above them in the street, everything's a different pace

The gun's been fired already, who is going to win the race?

Out into the night, winter sheds its gloomy light

Pedestrians and vehicles in a neverending fight

Yes this is the street where everything's a different pace

The gun's been fired already, who is going to win the race?