Donu0027t be afraid of the train whistle blow,
Though it means Iu0027ll be leaving once more.
And in between when I come and I go,
Yeah, my bagu0027s never far from the door.
What are we running for?

Wonu0027t you lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And weu0027ll leave behind
This worrying world.

I know it seems that weu0027re meant to believe
That we have to be on day and night.
No fallow fields and no space to dream in the day,
Well, how could that be right?
Tell me how that could be right.

Wonu0027t you lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And weu0027ll leave behind
This worrying world.

All of our fears, yeah, theyu0027ll make it appear
We must gather enough to be fine.
But isnu0027t it clear that we lose all thatu0027s dear
As we fight to be first in the line.
Whatu0027s at the end of that line?

Just you lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And weu0027ll leave behind
This worrying.

Lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And weu0027ll leave behind
This worrying world.