Wheels go 'round, from end to end
A passage run, go down, descend
And underground the air is stale
With blurring light and endless rail
On the wheels in motion, underground

Silent noise, relentless sound
Through shuttered aisle, the wheels go 'round
The day is night, yet never still
> From port to port, with miles to kill
On wheels in motion, underground
Just the locomotion, underground

Windows dark, no view obscured
With moving eyes, no sight assured
Yet moving on, from place to place
Through corridors, without a face
On the wheels in motion, underground
Just the locomotion, underground