Am                                G
Twilight makes it's entrance to a damp and dusky day
F                             E
Working time is over and the kids go home from play
Am                     G
Power drawn and weary, deep below the ground
       F                      E
Sit a hundred thousand faces, no one makes a sound


[Break]

Am G F E


[Verse 2]

Am                       G
Huge gargantuan tunnels, carved by the hand of man
        F                             E
Move a hundred thousand faces, coming home from work again
       Am                            G
While above them in the street, everything's a different pace
    F                                  E
The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race?


[Solo]

Am G F E (x2)


[Verse 3]

Am                         G
On into the night, winter sheds it's gloomy light
   F                           E
Pedestrians and vehicles in a never-ending fight
Am                                 G
Yes, this is the street where everything's a different pace
     F                                E
The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race?