F-Train کے بول

travelled on the f train down the people press and crowd they start to fade like footprints worn away only stop and still im waiting thousand faces look the same everyone a thousand different names they come on two by two people fade as people do came here of my own volition could be my decision could be we may still get by we may still get by wandered down on avenue a the coffee shops the sweet cache of thoughts and words and laughter gone never ending stream of what youve known so long long and long ignored dont think so hard just smoke your cigarette and fade off into blue cause people fade as people always do consequence comes crashing in the scars and scrapes and scratches all the memories died so long ago time is up but still im waiting came here of my own volition could be indecision could be we may still get by we may still get by