Passengers - Elton John

Deny the passenger, who want to get on

Want to get on

He want to get on

Want to get on

He want to get on

To make a chain of fools

You need a matching pair

One hypocritical fool

And a crowd that’s never there

There’s anger in the silence

There’s wheels upon the jail

A black train built of bones

On a copper rail

Company conductor

You need the salt of tears

Falling on a ticket

That no one’s used in years

Non-commercial native

It’s tattooed in your veins

You’re living in a blood bank

And riding on this train

The spirit’s free, but you always find

Passengers stand and wait in line

Someone in front and someone else behind

But passengers always wait in line