This Train's Coming Up to Its Station
This train's coming up to its station
And I'm afraid of falling off
If only we were surrounded by water
My cart's coming up to its basin
And I'm afraid of ebbing off
If only we were surrounded by ocean
Drifting off to sea seems better to me than hitting the ground at mach three
I think you'd agree it's better to be caught up in the seven
Would I rather be
Be treading water I'm not sure
But I think it's helping more
Than running
This train's coming up to its station
And I'm afraid of falling off
If only we could get there sooner
This cart's coming up to its basin
And I'm afraid of ebbing off
If only this thing could be swifter
Wading in the brine, that crosses the line, worse to stay at one than aim at nine
I've been inclined to distrust the grapevine and instead start pushing fivefold
Would I rather be
Be charging faster I'm not sure
But I think it's helping more
Than floating
I trust my gut, my gut is wrong
To be on shore or dive headlong
You'd think by now I'd be strong
Enough, enough
Would I rather be
Fighting or sinking I'm not sure
I wish someone would open the door
Already
Banging on the bars
Banging on an open cell
Trying to help myself
By trying
And I'm afraid of falling off
If only we were surrounded by water
My cart's coming up to its basin
And I'm afraid of ebbing off
If only we were surrounded by ocean
Drifting off to sea seems better to me than hitting the ground at mach three
I think you'd agree it's better to be caught up in the seven
Would I rather be
Be treading water I'm not sure
But I think it's helping more
Than running
This train's coming up to its station
And I'm afraid of falling off
If only we could get there sooner
This cart's coming up to its basin
And I'm afraid of ebbing off
If only this thing could be swifter
Wading in the brine, that crosses the line, worse to stay at one than aim at nine
I've been inclined to distrust the grapevine and instead start pushing fivefold
Would I rather be
Be charging faster I'm not sure
But I think it's helping more
Than floating
I trust my gut, my gut is wrong
To be on shore or dive headlong
You'd think by now I'd be strong
Enough, enough
Would I rather be
Fighting or sinking I'm not sure
I wish someone would open the door
Already
Banging on the bars
Banging on an open cell
Trying to help myself
By trying
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Cruz
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