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