Rhythm Chain

Yeah, yeah

Check the clock, look how the gears turn.

Written in the dust on the window pane

We trace the lines but they look the same

Heavy steps walking down the concrete track

Looking forward, no use in turning back

We find a way through the quiet night

No gold in hand,

just a spark of light.

This is the rhythm of the city floor

We keep on walking through the open door

(yeah, yeah) We write the stories on the dusty wall

We build it up so we never fall

Two shoes worn to the very thread

Keeping track of the words we said

Under the bridge where the water flows

That's how the story of the pavement goes

(uh-huh) We take a minute just to feel the beat

No silver spoons, just the dusty street.

This is the rhythm of the city floor

We keep on walking through the open door

(yeah, yeah) We write the stories on the dusty wall

We build it up so we never fall

Yeah

Just a spark of light

We keep on walking