The 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