Do they frighten you with talk They like to talk about a better life I reach for the lantern and Carry myself from the train Or is it their poise Like the feel of technology Hand to the tunnel wall I felt the truth in the clay We'll look for a shooting star Through the window they allow me Song of the tunnelmen Workingmen stomaching heat There's a twisting to life When they treat you post traumatically We built a cross on the morning They brought the machine It must have surprised you (Chorus) Will we be capable Of style and grace anymore? Will it ever be how it was When we hammered through The blasting days? And I can't help wondering If they'd be so kind Moving like sparks Set the will of the dynamite free So kind as to say hey To the boys on the line Lifting the solid earth Sensing the tide underneath Wouldn't that surprise you (Chorus) Will we be capable Of style and grace anymore? Will it ever be how it was Like the blasting days Back at Big Bend? I guess they're hoping that Soon we will tell That we were there When the greatest of all Hammers would fall no more But they'd never understand How it was when the future Came of a sudden To the blasting days Hand to the tunnel wall Come feel the truth in clay