I ride the morning train
People come and go
So many different faces
As the city passes by
I watch their tired eyes
Journeys never made
Broken dreams of leaving
Fill the streets with dust
This is our final journey
It´s the end of the line
Constantly in transit
We just want to go home
The rain that falls for weeks
Painting pictures on the streets
Twisted stars beneath my feet
I cruise the crowd
I could be one of them
Going back and forth
Between familiar places
As my blood turns cold
I watch with gypsy eyes
Secrets never told
Stolen years of yearning
Turn their tears to dust