fallen leaves on the overgroundnnriding the blue train's empty line all aroundnnon the evening run i say you're the only onennall through the golden glow sinking bright of the sunnnsee a simple sparknnbleed a burning flamennand it feels so nownneverthing's so nearnnoh come on overnnthe future's herennnnso brighten upnnthere is more to becomennfasten down every daynn'cos nothing's tied, nothing staysnnand I need a driving lifenncos the static weight draws too much useless dustnnit gathers up, it blocks the waynnwatch the landing lightnnon a passing planennand it feels so nownneverything's so nearnnoh come on overnnthe future's here