Minor discords of a day to day nature
I blame on others and sulk
My heart wavers

Self-centered being that I am,
I carry my unreasonableness
Through Route 1 and turn


A high rise building
What about love?

See, I don't have a single thing

An office worker

An express train
From Platform three
I'll wave, right now


Afternoon obscenities cracked by the mid-day sun
The high rise building laughed to avoid an embaressing lull


Crawling through the crowds
I circle around like a loser

You called out to me from a distance

I know

I'll get me an expensive reel
'Cause see, it's such a nice day


An office worker
An express train
From Platform #3

I'll wave, right now