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