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 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"
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
The children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing
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
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
The fields of wheat is lookin' thin
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
"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
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
"Take a break, Driver 8, Driver 8, take a break
We 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
The children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing
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
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
The fields of wheat is lookin' thin
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
"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
Lyrics submitted by sportcarder
Driver 8 Lyrics as written by Peter Buck Bill Berry
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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@others : I'm sorry for having repeated arguments above but what should I do if most of your replies are repetitions of old arguments as well ? I suggest to bring in new facts and work with the text to make us all move forward. Repeating weak arguments doesn't make those arguments much stronger. Thanks
So i see the song as a mystery train number. Something untowards is going down on that train. And the conductor is just trying to get back to his family- casting around for an exit, or could it be that he traded his soul_- remember we're in legend time here- and the conductor is maybe discovering that the payment of his mortality is coming do. I tend to think of the Driver as death itself. Which is why you don't hear from him in the song. And aside from the children hearing the sky- which is brilliant contrasting, the ourside world maybe isnt so peachy either: "field to wheat is looking thin" and i think the conductor is sort of absently notiing these things as the trainclatters along to doom,
Finally listen to the guitar riff. Thats not a happy melody_ the key of E-minor I believe; "the saddest of all possible keys." Its got nothing to do with better societies or perfect worlds.