Text: Moody Blues. Days Of Future Passed. Lunck Break: Peak Hour.

I see it all through my window it seems
Never failing, like millions of bees
All that is wrong
No time will be won
All they need to do
What can be done

Peak hour
Peak hour
Peak hour

{Refrain}:
Minds are subject
To what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
All meant for flight


Peak hour
Peak hour
Peak hour

It makes me want
To run out and tell them
They've got time
Take a step back out
And look in at their debt
And their time

{Refrain}

Peak hour
Peak hour
Peak hour