A train,
Pulled out,
Of the station,
A long time ago,
The passengers,
With names,
And souls.
Down the track,
To the illusion,
Of life that we know,
One more night,
No place to go.
I’m just smokin,
An jokin,
Drinkin an thinkin,
Trying to make sense,
Of nothin at all,
Cause there’s,
Lonely people dying,
Happy people cryin,
We’re all just trying,
To get back home. – Sinz
