Listener

Train Song
Listener

I was alone and my train was late that night.
I saw a crumpled man blinded by the life that he treated himself to
Crippled from the nights receiving endless beatings that even a house couldn’t endure
Palms raised skyward, his meager belongings collected on the floor,
Singing songs to no one about nothing, but crying because they mean so much.
It’s these babblings that keep his life going, keep the nickels flowing deep into his cup
There we both were, framed in awkward silence, as I was in his living room invading his trust
He finally said to me that he had one last cigarette to smoke and it was time to give it up
But he laughed and added he wasn’t sure which to give up his life or the habit
He said it’s my habit that makes my fingers weak, when my chances came I couldn’t grab it
But its my life that made it hard
And when my opportunities where there for free I chose my habits
I half-smiled and offered the most empathetic nod that I can conjure up
And said, I hear you brother, I’ve got problems too,
But words won’t fill your cup,
I’ve got responsibilities to face and they’re woven tight to my dreams,
And got more bills to pay then I have time, and I’ve started to rip at the seems
I’ve got a plan, and I know if I stick to it, I can accomplish happiness,
I’ve got goals that beat my will
But lately it’s been hard to accept the challenge…

And he said, man, that’s God talking to you
And I don’t know why you can’t see,
You’re so blind that you can’t spare to make change
Because all you’re focused is on M-E
All wrapped up in your own skin that you can’t help set an old man free
I’ve been in your shoes before, It feels like it was yesterday If not at all
My existence has been a blink
And for the life of me I can’t remember what I saw.

That makes so much sense to me,
Even though I convinced myself that it was totally insane
I bend over and lit his cigarette and told him to mind his own business
Because I was just waiting for my train,
He said I’ve been waiting here forever, just dying in my skin
And the only reason you’re living life is because you’re curious what’ll happen in the end,
That might be true but why should I pay my hard earn attention to a vagabond doctrine
If you got so much knowledge to give, why not treat yourself to what you’re offering
You probably have lived a hard life, and I apologize,
but I have my own problems that you couldn’t understand just like a lot of guys.
Now here’s a couple of bucks to go buy yourself whatever makes you happy,
Even though I’ve promised myself to never pay for you to making my city look trashy
He refused the money and sat there singing songs of love and hate
I crammed the change in my pocket, called him a lunatic, and went on with my wait
As I stood there hovering near his tiny frame I could see his eyes judging me sadly,
It’s as if he had to convince me that my life was on the wrong track, and I needed it badly
I said, Hey old man, your cigarettes all smoked up and its time for you to leave
He looked at the trail of ash on his shirt, smiled as if it gave him some sort of relief,
He propped himself up, collected his life and prepared to become one with the night
He turned around and wished me luck with all my plans
And something about learning to walk before I ran,
Before I knew it he was out of my sight and I already forgot his reasonings
I could hear my train coming, and home was on my mind, not his cryptic meanings,
Another traveller was on the platform and for some reason he was running towards me
All I could see was his eyes, but it was his words that will always stick with me,
Through his heavy breaths he asked if I had just spent time with the old man,
I nodded in affirmation and tried to calm him, so he could tell me why he ran…

And he said: Man, that was God talking to you
How could you not see,
That was god talking right to your face trying to hand you the keys,
He was right here and I can’t understand why you chose to make him leave,
He just died in my arms right outside the station and said you were his only friend
He begged me to tell you about his life, make you see the light,
Give you your chance again

I cringed at the reality that was facing me
And I told the man I had no time for this and on my way I had to be,
Right about that time my train pulled up, and I made my escape
I sat in the empty plastic seat and held tight to my fate…

That was decades ago, and now I sit singing on my own platform,
With my belongings stowed tightly in my bags,
Handing out my sad, sad songs
And I say, it’s my habits that make my fingers weak
And when my chances come I can’t grab em’
But it’s my life that’s makes it hard
When my opportunities are there for free, I choose my habits
I have no responsibilities and as a result I no longer need my dreams,
I don’t have any bills to pay, it’s like I’m free but I’m really in captivity,
I don’t have any plans except to just sit here and try and weather the storm
I wish I had goals, but if I had those I wouldn’t be here warning you, on my platform,
Singing Train Songs…

inte på cdon eller ginza iaf :/

ja det är nog bland det bättre texterna som gjorts enligt mig.

han gjorde även musik i deepspace5 förut om jag inte minns fel. tyvär är både dom och han rätt ojämna