the car hitting corners harder then roy williams
so close, that peoples pockets i could pick em
next stop union station, but not my destination
person that i'm facing
breath worse then imagination
made me lose my concentration
a few faces look familiar
a couple was odd
blackberrys, and ipods
either they looking down at the floor
or staring at god
business suits, tim boots
your occasional sandal
engineer braking hard
don't let go of the handle
dirty leather seats
afraid to sit down
orange 70's carpet
been worn to the ground
their go you local alcholic
he had gone a couple rounds
singing like petula clark
trying to get downtown