Going far, Getting nowhere
  Going far, The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  Going far, The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  The way you are
  These fingers aren't my fingers
  These hands are not my hands
  No one sees and no one cares
  What gets broken
  Not for rhyme and not for reason
  What gets broken
  What gets broken
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  Going far, The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  Going far, The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  The way you are
  In the river my machinery
  Slows to a heartbeat
  Echoing ghost just laid by
  Those who whistle while they work
  Out of time and out of season
  What gets broken
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  Going far, The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  Going far, The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  The way you are
  Going far, Getting nowhere
  The way you are