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.