Outbound

On an outbound train surrounded by strangers

I wonder just where they'll go.

As the world flies by right outside my window

I see the birds in the sky with nowhere else to be.

As our train car derails and rolls into the ocean

I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing about these

Cold-hearted towns and the distance between

Everyone here and everything.

As the world flies by outside of my window

I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing.

When compassion is dead we'll drown ourselves

In a sea of paper that glitters like gold.

Some say that hate that it speaks in whispers

But I can hear their curdling screams.

And as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean

I'll be honest about everything.

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As the world flies by outside of my window

I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing.

As the world flies by outside of my window

I'll be honest about everything.

With the exception of a few familiar faces this place will never feel like home.

So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye.

This place will never feel like home to me.