Buggles Inner City

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