Am G
Twilight makes it's entrance to a damp and dusky day
F E
Working time is over and the kids go home from play
Am G
Power drawn and weary, deep below the ground
F E
Sit a hundred thousand faces, no one makes a sound
[Break]
Am G F E
[Verse 2]
Am G
Huge gargantuan tunnels, carved by the hand of man
F E
Move a hundred thousand faces, coming home from work again
Am G
While above them in the street, everything's a different pace
F E
The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race?
[Solo]
Am G F E (x2)
[Verse 3]
Am G
On into the night, winter sheds it's gloomy light
F E
Pedestrians and vehicles in a never-ending fight
Am G
Yes, this is the street where everything's a different pace
F E
The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race?
