As I watched
Those crowded stations
Passing by
All alike
By my train window
Just like that trail
Of busy ants
Passing by
All alike
Out of the window frame crack
As her dog
Did its business
On the platform
He was kissing her goodbye
And when the siren cried
It made no sense
To anyone
But the driver
Just like this song
Just like this song of mine
And when the siren cried
It made no sense
To anyone
But the driver
Just like this song
Just like this song of mine