Driver 8 - Old 97's

The walls you build 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

(Driver 8) «Take a break, Driver 8

(Driver 8) Driver 8, take a break

We can reach our destination

But we’re still a ways away.»

(But it’s 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

The bells are ringing through the town again

The children look up, all they hear is sky-blue bells ringing

And the train conductor says

(Driver 8) «Take a break, Driver 8

(Driver 8) Driver 8, take a break

We can reach our destination

But we’re still a ways away.»

(But it’s still a ways away)

But we’re still a ways away

(But it’s still a ways away)

A way to shield the hated heat

A way to put myself to sleep

A way to shield the hated heat

A 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

The field to weed is looking thin

And the train conductor says

(Driver 8) «Take a break, Driver 8

(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 it’s still a ways away)

But we’re still a ways away

(But it’s still a ways away)