Waiting for a train, going nowhere In a nowhere station Staying up last night Going nowhere, with my trains of thought Sleeping with your boy, going
re standing on the only chair And you're singing to the screens and the moving stairs All on your own in the arrivals You heard it in the watchman's
i am a seabird you are the arctic ocean, i know your seasons and your sancturies and when i'm feeling over your wild wide horses i know theres no where
Curled up in the back of the car, 9 years old you don't know where you are, And your head's on the window your eyes are just closed, There's a voice
Conquers shining on the ground, The air is cooler And i feel like i just started uni Walking backwards to my van Your at your window, And im tripping
Goodnight, goodnight the sun is long out of sight, and I stagger home by the street lights. Goodnight, goodnight, went out after work tonight: only meant
I caught the sun on my way home my way home I caught the sun on my way home my way home when i got lost in thinking and i missed the train on my way
Where are we goin' this fine morning? What are we doin' this fine day? We're doin' the same as ev'ry morning! We're stayin' inside on this fine morning