Gimmick

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 rhythm's not 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 rhythm's not my hometown And the rhythm's not my hometown I feel no love And the rhythm's not my hometown