Fallen leaves on the overground. Riding the blue train's empty line all around. On the evening run I say you're the only one. All around the golden low sinking bright of the sun. See a simple spark. Bleed a burning flame. It seems so now. Everything's so near. Oh come on over. The future's here. So brighten up. There is more to become. Fasten down every day. Cos nothing's tied nothing stays. And I need a driving life. Cos the static weight draws too much useless dust. It gather up it blocks the way. Watch the landing lights. On a passing plane. It seems so now. Everything's so near. Oh come on over. The future's here