Krystle Warren - Some Trivial Pursuit lyrics

I take the train station to station Its one of my few luxuries Besides my last sip of coffee And eyeing the man across from me He is lost Lost in the papaer Hes chasing some trivial pursuit Some propaganda for your honey s**le dreams That somehow grasp the day I get off, take a step. Step, stop, look around I cant find the time. And theres a man holding court int he market and I cant conjure up a dime. His cheeks are kissed with mid December chill Like a gnome planted firmly in the garden. And then the sky puts on her make-up. Shes in her evening gown She coyly accepts the city lights And wears them in her crown