Underground

Underground Lost you in the crowd moving in lockstep Went to the station, trying to syncopate A traffic jam in front of the card reader You and your smile behind the gate, ha My life was dark in times of trouble Somewhere i lost my camomile Those days are over, the thrill goes on Each time we meet in the Underground Each time I recall the sound Of the wheels going round and round I look forward to this you and me And to next time we meet in the Underground Carried the cross, hung on a chain Swinged between here and Avalon Those times are over, the thrill goes on Each time we meet in the Underground Sitting on the porch without no shoes Watch the sun go down Wondering how this kinda habit can grow If not in this dirty old town I used to live in fear of the brandnew day A strange fruit had grown within my head Those times are over, the thrill goes on Each time we meet in the Underground Each time I recall the sound Of the wheels going round and round I look forward to this you and me And to next time we meet in the Underground Next time we meet in the Underground Next time we meet in the Underground Next time we meet in the Underground Next time we meet in the Underground