The 107

107 pulled out of the station
You said it would be on time this time
Father Jim said leaving was our choice
Sure hope things will be different this time

Off in the distance, lights on the outskirts
Last time I saw them was the last time I saw you
Man next to me had difficulty breathing
Lights on the bend disappearing from view

Signalman gave us last minute warning
Sky was so heavy it sank like a rock
Man turning blue he had difficulty breathing
Unfortunately by then it was too late to stop

Surely we're wasting our time here alone
Now that we see it is slipping through our hands
Better off turning our backs to the rain
Turning our attention to the matters at hand

Surely we're wasting our time here alone
Now that we see it is slipping through our hands
Better off turning our backs to the rain
Turning our attention to the matter at hand

Remember we said we were gonna stop at nothing
Listen to no one, never turn back
Now the more we struggle the deeper we sink
Once you have left you can never go back
And the more we struggle the deeper we sink
And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain
And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain
And being drawn up just to start all over
And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain
And making an effort and being drawn up again
And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain