There is stress on the strands
The bands that bind this freight intact
Since when was a working engine
The thing that keeps a train from moving?

(I know where you live)

There is stress on the brakes
Too many false alarms and false takes
Since when was not slipping on the tracks
The thing that was holding us back?

(I know where you live)

There's no rest for these strands
We're too used to taking the mileage over the best
And since when was it discipline to know where you live?

(I know where you live)