New Age

When I hear the sound of concrete and steel

I sense a rhythm, that science can't feel

I feel the beat of our hearts as one

I hold your color, when my vision is goneThis power is something but the force is blind

Transmitted through a network, of your own kind

As minutes tick away and days become years

I know this old feeling, it's a substance in my tearsAnd the kids on the street

And the kids everywhere

And all I gotta say is the kids don't careWhen I hear

I sense a rhythm

I feel the beat

I hold your colorWhen you've got me running and you stop my machine

You try to tell me something that has never been

When you stop me running, with my own pack

You know you've got me swearing that I'll get my own back