Living in a city, I fall into the trap of getting a bit obsessed with transit. It consumes a big part of life here, so when I reach for a broad brush to use to describe my days, it's always close at hand. You'd think I'd have had my say on the subject after I wrote my masters thesis about the MTA, but it works its way into my songs frequently. This one looks at the people riding along with me, and tries to see past the default scowl of the train rider. There's usually a real person in there, erased behind frustration and anger. It is my hope that in most cases the condition is temporary. In the best case scenario, we lose ourselves when we set out, and find ourselves when we arrive.
lyrics
Every seat is a seat in the middle
I squeeze myself in
Everyone is a little bit pissed about it
Every face is a little bit angry
And little bit kind
It depends on which angle you're looking from
Everyone just looks so alone
And they don't look like they know where they're going yet
Every seat is a seat in the middle
I squeeze myself in
Even though it's a little uncomfortable
Every face is a little bit angry
And little bit kind
It depends on the angle you're looking from
Everyone just looks so alone
And they don't look like they know where they're going yet