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On Sunday

by Jason Silver


Lyrics

Stations are passing by the window
People are standing in a fog
We never stop; ignore the platforms
This train just moves along

Look at all the hungry people
It's hidden in the eye
Traveling to a distant future
And never asking why

But I will never leave
And I can't bare to stay
I question my beliefs
This is what I say:

Find me on a Sunday see me
Waiting for a sign
Hear me sing a sad song and you'll
Know I'm doing fine

Seen too many years of travel
Always have to say goodbye
That's a word I'm too familiar with
My eyes are mostly dry

Chorus 2
See the darkened tunnel climb
Onboard and ride this train
You won't need a ticket just a
Soul to know what's pain