Thank You Lord, For Sending Me The F Train lyrics

The dark is droppping like a spot of black ink squeezed into a glass of water, And now the crowds are thinning out into the light down in the subway station. Here, this train speeds underground This train speeds under the river And I will drift back to the slope, Some face unlit, there, stuck into the incline, Where I will sleep off all the noise the soot accumulated, All my trials I thank you Lord almighty up above Just for sending out the F train to me So thankful For all the unspent love That I save up in the jar of money Your polaroid is on the wall, Stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame, Trapped in the middle of some laugh, Some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling.