(berry/buck/mills/stipe)


The walls are built up, stone by stone,
The fields divided one by one
And the train conductor says
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long

And the train conductor says
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away

I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged
Bells are ringing through the town again,
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing

And the train conductor says
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away
But we're still a ways away

Way to shield the hated heat
Way to put myself to sleep
Way to shield the hated heat
Way to put myself, my children to sleep

He piloted this song in a plane like that one
She is selling faith on the go tell crusade
Locomotive 8, southern crescent hear the bells ring again
Field to weed is lookin' thin

And the train conductor says
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long
And the train conductor says
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away
But we're still a ways away

• Driver 8
• Finest Worksong
• Gardening at Night
• Its The End of The World as We Know It
• Radio Free Europe
• Rockville
• Romance
• Southern Central Rain
• Talk About The Passion
• The One I Love