Needles in the sun echo, fall into the street we know.nOne stop away from you on this train we follow.nnWe don't have a dime between us.nWe can make a meal from dust.nEverybody works some day but we'll beg and borrow.nOne stop away from you on this train we follow.nnMary's in the market bureau, fenders on the sidewalk circle.nIf we get the money then we might buy them sorrow.nOne stop away from you on this train we follow.