i'll sit in a train when the night is on
look through the window
straight at everyone
and i'll know when they feel fine
or just trying to keep their mind
thinking "oh my god, what is that all about"
i'll borrow a smile from a guy uptown
i'll borrow a secret kept from everyone
and there's a girl who sits and writes
you can tell that she's so uptight
thinking "oh my god, what is that all about"

and the one at the side
he's an older man
rolling a smoke with his tobacco hands
probably thinking of his wife
blaming her for messing up his life
thinking "oh my god, i just couldn't do without"
little kid sitting right outside
staring at me, that's always how he hides
and he knows the whens and whys
and he never wants to say goodbye
saying "i'm your god, you don't need anyone"