Outbound - Transit

On an outbound train surrounded by strangers

I wonder just where they’ll go

As the world flies by right outside my window

I see the birds in the sky with nowhere else to be

As our train car derails and rolls into the ocean

I’ll be honest I wouldn’t miss a thing about these

Cold-hearted towns and the distance between

Everyone here and everything

As the world flies by outside of my window

I’ll be honest I wouldn’t miss a thing

When compassion is dead we’ll drown ourselves

In a sea of paper that glitters like gold

Some say that hate that it speaks in whispers

But I can hear their curdling screams

And as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean

I’ll be honest about everything

As the world flies by outside of my window

I’ll be honest I wouldn’t miss a thing

As the world flies by outside of my window

I’ll be honest about everything

With the exception of a few familiar faces this place will never feel like home

So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye

This place will never feel like home to me