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 breakWe’ve been on this shift too long”And the train conductor says”Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a breakWe can reach our destination, but we’re 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.Bells are ringing through the town again,Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringingAnd the train conductor says”Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a breakWe can reach our destination, but we’re 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.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.Field to weed is lookin’ thinAnd the train conductor says”Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a breakWe’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”