New Designs

Oh, where are the working men working today;
Working for pleasure, working for pay?

Up on the bridges, out in the mines,
Pushing right through with their true designs.

Oh, where are the bosses, with orders to give,
Giving the words of their thoughts, to live?

Up on the bridges, out in the mines,
Guiding the truth of their true designs.

And where is the man who has started it all,
Thinking in silence in room and hall?

Far from the bridges, far from the mines,
Dreaming of cities with new designs.

Oh.

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