Tekster: Facing New York. Other. Roman Son.

Turn the engine off
(flip it into neutral)
barrelling down duncan hill
leading to a tunnel
(like a laughing tiger)
swallowing the night and daylight
which keeps us alive
keep your car in drive

[chorus:]
yeah did you throw it away now?
i tried to stop you
but did you go your own way now?

and at the tunnel's end
(you will find a clearing)
beneath the mountains open wide
where we'll live like sheep
very well fed
and well trained
to walk in single file
walk for miles and miles

[chorus]

i don't remember how we got to where we are
i don't remember how we got to where we are
(must have blacked out how'd we get this far?)
and i don't remember how we got to where we are