Underground - Gentle Giant

Wheels go 'round, from end to end

A passage run, go down, descend

And underground the air is stale

With blurring light and endless rail

On the wheels in motion, underground

Silent noise, relentless sound

Through shuttered aisle, the wheels go 'round

The day is night, yet never still

From port to port, with miles to kill

On wheels in motion, underground

Just the locomotion, underground

Windows dark, no view obscured

With moving eyes, no sight assured

Yet moving on, from place to place

Through corridors, without a face

On the wheels in motion, underground

Just the locomotion, underground