The walls are built up stone by stone The fields divided one by one And the train conductor says Take a break, driver 8 Driver 8, take a break We've been on this shift too long And the train conductor says Take a break, driver 8 Driver 8, take a break We can reach our destination But we're still a ways away, but it's still a ways away I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged The bells are ringing through the town again The children look up, all they hear is sky-blue bells ringing And the train conductor says Take a break, driver 8 Driver 8, take a break We can reach our destination But we're still a ways away, but it's still a ways away But we're still a ways away, but it's still a ways away A way to shield the hated heat A way to put myself to sleep A way to shield the hated heat A way to put myself, my children to sleep He piloted this song in a plane like that one She is selling faith on the Go Tell Crusade Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again The fields of wheat is looking thin And the train conductor says Take a break, driver 8 Driver 8, take a break We've been on this shift too long And the train conductor says Take a break, driver 8 Driver 8, take a break We can reach our destination But we're still a ways away, but it's still a ways away But we're still a ways away, but it's still a ways away
