It seems the best times I've seen
Are the spaces in between
The place that I was
And where I'm supposed to be
A performance for a passing conversation
Converse on the platform of a dirty train station
Sonder, you every wonder what it's like to be someone else?
The man with the Mets bomber
Or the girl with the Gucci belt
Do they have time to wander, impromptu?
Go for a walk, head uptown whenever they want to
No place to be so they take the C to spring street
Couldn't be me, nope
I'm busy
You gotta work hard to pay the bills
In this city, well
Maybe my reward should be
Some time for myself
Trash on the tracks it's kinda sad to see that
Food for the rats but it's plastic
Tragically that's nothing new
Something you get used to
I'm desensitized just another afternoon
I hope the train will be here soon
Take the time to remind myself to breathe
The spaces in between
The place that I was
And where I'm supposed to be
