| There's a whisper in the wires, no love | |
| Of a black train-a-comin', no love | |
| From the heart of the desert, no love | |
| And the rhythms of my hometown | |
| My eyes are open, no love | |
| Watching for the train, no love, no love | |
| Just a breath across the ocean | |
| Feel no love | |
| If it flies, it dies | |
| Flags into a pocket, no love | |
| We're standing on a platform | |
| Feel no love | |
| In everyone a hook line, no love, no love | |
| Against me making time | |
| Feel no love | |
| Whisper in the wires, no love | |
| Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love | |
| From the heart of the desert, no love | |
| And the rhythms of my hometown | |
| And the rhythms of my hometown | |
| Feel no love | |
| And the rhythms of my hometown |