I ride the morning train
People come and go
So many different faces as the city
passes by
I watch their tired eyes

Journeys never made
Broken dreams of leaving
Fill the streets with dust
This is our final journey
It's the end of the line

Constantly in transit
We just want to go home

The rain that falls for weeks
Painting pictures on the streets
Twisted stars beneath my feet
I cruise the crowd

I could be one of them
Going back and forth
Between familiar places as my
blood turns cold

I watch with gypsy eyes
Secrets never told
Stolen years of yearning turn their
tears to dust