Hangin' at the station waiting for the final ride
Time passes by
And it's getting harder to pretend


Counting all the cracks in the pavement
So devised (?)

Don't ask why
But I'm moving closer to the edge
And it goes slow like the hours in my head


Finding that I'm right back on that train again
Turn to Mr. Driver he's my only friend

I hope he knows which way to go
He could be held be responsible
He could be held be responsible

He could be held

Try to make your mark

Try to keep from fading away
Tell me lies
How to live and what you'd recommend

Seasons go slow like the ears in my head

Finding that I'm right back on that train again

Turn to Mr. Driver he's my only friend
But I'm just a temporary resident
Looking out my window I'll be home again


I hope he knows which way to go
He could be held responsible

He could be held responsible
He could be held


Finding that I'm right back on that train again
Turn to Mr. Driver he's my only friend
But I'm just a temporary resident

Looking out my window I'll be home again
Home again


I hope he knows which way to go
He could be held responsible
He could be held responsible

He could be held