Here with a suitcase in my handI walk the street to find a
fortune tellerBut when the future's in your palmThey read it
like a book that lasts foreverMakes you runOne last train for the
inner cityRunYou I know are like the restYou're holding on
with all the best intentionsBut tear the fabric off your
nestYou'll find the eggs have goneand no one mentionsHow you
runOne last train for the inner cityRunOne last train for the
inner cityHere in the sunThere on the sandFalling like angelsYou
hold out your handTurn onHold outWe will be thereIn the endRunOne
last train for the inner cityRunOne last train for the inner
cityRunOne last train for the inner cityRun