Ten coaches roll into the dust, chrome windows turned to rust.
Hang on inside, they know they must, hanging on the green-backed words "In God We Trust."
No one knows if the spirit died, all wrapped to go like Kentucky Fried,
Trying to read the flight of birds, low on fuel, getting low on words.
And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.
Each one drawn to empty spaces, outsiders, borderline cases.
It's hard to tell black from white when you wake up in the middle of the night.
Weighted down by the absence of sound, broken now by the cry of a hound,
Looking for movement within the haze, light can be deceptive with her rays.
And she comes out like a white shadow,
And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie