Song Lyrics:

A cigarette hangs from the end of my lips
A useless habit for a useless pain
And I’m sitting here in this eternal depot
Waiting from my train
To take me away to something better than this
Because I want to be so much more
And all those lines I’ve heard a thousand times
Seem so hard to ignore

And if you want this to end
You let me know
Because I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt
Flying it solo

Another reminder of my incompetence
Over and over again
I hide for a while and pretend with a smile
The scene that might have been

They say through pain is where true faith begins
But I must have slept through Sunday school
To have it all sink in

It feels like I’m living on Ash Thursday
It feels like nothing will ever change
It feels like I showed up just too late

Maybe I hit the snooze on my life
One too many times
Because everybody else is moving along
And I’m still trying to stay in the lines

Searching for someplace where I belong
Hoping that sometime you’ll prove me wrong
Tell me I’m wrong

It feels like I’m living on Ash Thursday
It feels like nothing will ever change
It feels like I showed up just too late

A cigarette hangs from the end of my lips
It’s all such useless pain
And I’m still here in this eternal depot
Waiting for my train.

© 2004 Morgan Foster