going down again

here with my briefcase

i become a modern caveman

to get my own place in the sun

i hope it's not gonna last forever

just a while, to get to greener pastures

got caught in the flow of life

i'm not giving up the fight

five days a week i'm in my cell

from the tube to the cube

to the underground

under neon skies

here i am, i'm going down the ramp all alone

like a human mole

digging down a well lit tunnel

sure to find my way home

no matter what you do or say

i'm dreaming of running away

escaping from this cold blue lighting

and flying away

from the tube to the cube

to the underground

under neon skies