The 107 -

107 pulled out of the station

You said it would be on time this time

Father Jim said leaving was our choice

Sure hope things will be different this time

Off in the distance, lights on the outskirts

Last time I saw them was the last time I saw you

Man next to me had difficulty breathing

Lights on the bend disappearing from view

Signalman gave us last minute warning

Sky was so heavy it sank like a rock

Man turning blue he had difficulty breathing

Unfortunately by then it was too late to stop

Surely we’re wasting our time here alone

Now that we see it is slipping through our hands

Better off turning our backs to the rain

Turning our attention to the matters at hand

Surely we’re wasting our time here alone

Now that we see it is slipping through our hands

Better off turning our backs to the rain

Turning our attention to the matter at hand

Remember we said we were gonna stop at nothing

Listen to no one, never turn back

Now the more we struggle the deeper we sink

Once you have left you can never go back

And the more we struggle the deeper we sink

And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain

And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain

And being drawn up just to start all over

And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain

And making an effort and being drawn up again

And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain