The last train leaves at twelve-thirty-four Metal wheels screaming on the iron floor A crowd of reflections in the window glass Watching the dark corporate shadows pass From Churchgate platform to the suburban rain Carrying the beautiful, quiet weight of our pain

Oh, are we just passengers riding the line? Waiting for a stop we might never find Through the monsoons and high-rise dreams we chase Looking for a single, warm, welcoming place Every heart in this local has a song of its own Singing in the static when we’re all alone

You’ve got your headphones on, playing standard synth Staring down the railway tracks’ deep labyrinth Is there someone waiting where you step away? Or are you also dreading the return of day? We buy tickets for journeys we can’t even choose Calculating what we’re willing to lose

Oh, are we just passengers riding the line? Waiting for a stop we might never find Through the monsoons and high-rise dreams we chase Looking for a single, warm, welcoming place Every heart in this local has a song of its own Singing in the static when we’re all alone

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