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

Saw a treehouse on the outskirts of this farm

Power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged

The bells are ringing through the town again

Children look up, all they hear is sky blue hell ringing

And the train conductor says take a break, driver 8

Driver 8, take a break, we can reach our destination

But it's 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

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 looking thin

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