In the dark before the train Just beyond the barn glow Where no dissident remains Driving it like we stole it Snow falling, a silver poet To concentrate the gallows And subtracting us like the wolf does Driving it like we stole it But we're getting nearer, nearer Getting near that modern spirit, yeah I can hear it, hear it, hear it I can hear that modern spirit On the open road for boys A white and an open throat Night slips back with no noise Inside the hitch-hiker's coat But we're getting nearer, nearer Getting near that modern spirit, yeah I can hear it, hear it, hear it I can hear the modern spirit, yeah Can't you just hear it, hear it, hear it? Winter counting everything, we're near it We're getting nearer nearer, nearer Friendship changing everything, we're near it I can hear it Is this the modern spirit? Is this the modern spirit, yeah Is this the modern spirit This is the modern spirit, yeah This is the modern spirit This is the modern spirit, yeah This is the modern spirit This is the modern spirit, yeah Yeah? Yeah