Rush, Our Faces Follow Songtext

And sharp sand will strengthen foundations,
But the sea is so far away, now.
Stay young, stay fit, do your gym plan bit,
You at least try, but your figure won't show through the working clothes.

And sharp sand will strengthen foundations,
But the sea is so far away, now.
Stay young, stay fit, do the gym plan bit,
You at least try, but your figure won't show through the working clothes.

Got nothing to lean on,
No knock at these wicked doors.
Got nothing here.
Those cold grey statues press too near.

You give me something, but I, I, I...

You see we all pack our lunches, and then pack the trains.
You see there's loads and loads and loads of other people here,
Who have stayed up for hours and been dreaming like me, Of field over concrete, and possibilities.

Carefully squeeze, knees to their elbows,
But don't Smile. No space for friends and on-board etiquette,
And politics, and sport and breasts. Flip the page for the rest.
A lustful wet and glinting eye. A smartly dressed by seedy side.
Yeah, I lack control, no I don't actually get much sleep.
You give me something, but I don't have to use it,
Even though there's this round the clock, round the clock medicine.

So fear the word career, scripted timetables and no free actions.
It takes so long to train the hands and brain, then catch the train,
And finally get to work. And it's just...
A time to be told and then see those rush hour faces follow.

I've got something to lean on,
Behind these wicked doors.
I've got somewhere here.
I've got somewhere... here.

You give me something, but I, I, I, I, I, I...

Yeah, I lack control, no I don't actually get much sleep.
You give me something, but I don't have to use it,
Even though there's this round the clock, round the clock medicine.