Don't be afraid of the train whistle blow,
Though it means I'll be leaving once more.
And in between when I come and I go,
Yeah, my bag's never far from the door.
What are we running for?
Won't you lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And we'll leave behind
This worrying world.
I know it seems that we're 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.
Won't you lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And we'll leave behind
This worrying world.
All of our fears, yeah, they'll make it appear
We must gather enough to be fine.
But isn't it clear that we lose all that's dear
As we fight to be first in the line.
What's at the end of that line?
Just you lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And we'll leave behind
This worrying.
Lay your hand in mine.
Sing with me one more time,
And we'll leave behind
This worrying world.