Something
There
and I know them
And every now and then they
They are waiting on some train that never comes and getting angry
And the heat hangs on the rise
The swarm is a closing pack
And the station shrinks in size
And they don
but their life they just can
so they
There
and I know them
And every now and then they take a hit
And question why they
Blowing dreams and reaping envy
And they look for something more, but their tracks are still the same
And the questions from before digging tunnels in their brain
And they don
but their life they just can
so they take whatever comes through
There
and I know them
And every now and then they catch a break
Every hit they ever took at stake
And for a moment, they could be happy
and their touch is back for sure,
but the pain of when you win
"isn
And they don
but their life they just can
and their train, they are attached to.