Hey, it's me!
I just got off the train –
A frightening place,
Their faces are concrete grey,
And I'm wondering, should I turn around?
Buy another ticket,
Panic is coming on strong,
So cold, from the inside out,
No great job, no message coming in,
And you're so small.
Glassy eyed light of day,
Glassy eyed light of day.
The path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads,
I don't really care.
And the path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads,
I don't really care.
I feel this often, go,
I feel this often, go.
