Sonder

I think I took 1000 trips
$2.90 on my card was irrelevant
Couple grand on transit
Transient, nothing but a right of way
Until I took Psilocybin
Hopped on to the one train fantasizing
Saw man take a nap so terrifying
That he didn't have a place to stay

Gray with glasses he was
Someone's love and now he's
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home

Stand clear of the closing doors
And don't stand near the man with open sores
Even though he just needs a little Aquaphor
I assumed he must be deranged
But when I was tripping sack
I could finally see straight and was staring back
While he looked at me with an empty glass
Begging that I spare some change

And I was petrified
'Cause looking in his eyes
I could see his memories
Oh he was just a kid
Looking scared to bits
Of the men like him who road the train

Gray with glasses he was
Someone's love and now he's
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home

Sonder on the subway
Oo, have you found yourself a God
It ain't likely 'cause this close to hell
They never like to watch
As I enter
My eyes dilate I see it all
There's no blinders
'Cause the windows showing nothing but the wall

Gray with glasses he was
Someone's love and now he's
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home