在大量的钢琴弹奏和法国式的轻柔电子音色中，你会感觉自己像是在看一部老旧的无声电影，主唱清澈又带点忧伤的声线为我们构建了一个真实的世界，模糊晃动的公路印象，沿途走过的路人，整个场景都出现在眼前。安静和喧嚣构成的矛盾成了整首歌曲奇特的闪光点。
歌词：
You’ve never been as good as your heroes
You’re just a miner’s son, just one of those
Those people in distress
You tried to do your best
You had a son, but never saw him play,
A nice boy who grown up and moved away
No sand castles at sea
Stuck in the factory
You came back to work in the end
But everything had changed
There was no claim, no union,
The fever had gone
You just walked all day
In no kind of way
Then just fall away
You remember the trade-off you declined
Everything is well printed in your mind
A Life with union demands
With no sand in the hands
Now you’re retired, the job is never done
The picket line will always be your home
This is where you will die,
A fight as a goodbye
You came back to work in the end
But everything had changed
There was no claim, no union,
The fever was gone
You just walked all day
In no kind of way
Then just fall away