In the dark before the train
Just beyond the barn glow
Where no dissident remains

Driving it like we stole it

Snow falling, a silver poet

To concentrate the gallows
And subtracting us like the wolf does
Driving it like we stole it


But we're getting nearer, nearer
Getting near that modern spirit, yeah

I can hear it, hear it, hear it
I can hear that modern spirit


On the open road for boys
A white and an open throat
Night slips back with no noise

Inside the hitch-hiker's coat

But we're getting nearer, nearer

Getting near that modern spirit, yeah
I can hear it, hear it, hear it
I can hear the modern spirit, yeah


Can't you just hear it, hear it, hear it?
Winter counting everything, we're near it

We're getting nearer nearer, nearer
Friendship changing everything, we're near it
I can hear it


Is this the modern spirit?
Is this the modern spirit, yeah

Is this the modern spirit
This is the modern spirit, yeah
This is the modern spirit

This is the modern spirit, yeah
This is the modern spirit
This is the modern spirit, yeah


Yeah? Yeah