The Train

Pretty face tryna chase the train

And I could look the other way but it still won't erase the pain

And I pray that she stay the same, amazing grace

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Just another reflection in the window

Watchin' the trees pass by at a tempo

Got a round trip ticket out to limbo

And I'm getting close to my kinfolk

I'm sorry that you didn't get the memo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Water under burned bridges

Always on the road tryna earn a livin'

I remember when I bought my first ticket

I've been going, haven't turned back since then

This return day must be a misprint

Made a wrong turn now I'm long distance

And I miss them

Otra ciudad, otra vida, otra, otra ciudad, ah, oh, oh, oh

I try to write but every sentence is a run on

I try to text you but I don't get reception in this tunnel

Vision, visit only for a minute

I'm gettin' on track but the wheels still spinnin'

You can see the smoke in the distance, it billows

Roll up my sweatshirt, turn it into a pillow, ay

I got a polaroid camera so I don't forget where I travel

I got a couple rolls of film I'll get developed when I get back to Seattle

I told momma that I'd call her, talked for a couple minutes

But I didn't

I miss my brother, feel disconnected

Wanted to stay, wanted to catch the next one

I wanted to talk, just me and him

Because I had some things I felt I had to tell him

When you're always runnin', tryna make a connection

It's almost impossible to stay connected

When you get on this train after standin' in the rain

You'd be crazy to exit

And give your seat to the next one, nah

I'ma ride this shit 'til the wheels fall off

The conductor screams out, "All aboard, last call"

The city as you pass on, the city as you pass on

Otra ciudad, otra vida, otra, otra ciudad, ah, oh, oh, oh