Lyric

Sunrise smeared on the window glass

Coffee breath and yesterday’s mask

Shoulder to shoulder, nowhere to turn

Watching the headlines quietly burn

Every station blurs into a name

All these faces almost look the same

If I disappear inside this crowd

Will anybody ever call me out?

Cracks in the morning train, where the daylight slips

Cracks in the morning train, through the tired lips

Cracks in the morning train, in the steel and glass

Cracks in the morning train, where my feelings pass

Posters scream about a better life

Above the hands that hold on just to survive

Someone’s music leaking through their phone

Beats like a heart I wish was my own

Every schedule carved into my bones

Every minute tastes like overgrown

If I jump the line inside my head

Can I shake this feeling that I’m dead?

Cracks in the morning train, where the daylight slips

Cracks in the morning train, through the tired lips

Cracks in the morning train, in the steel and glass

Cracks in the morning train, where my feelings pass

Somewhere past the buildings, sky is blue

I catch a glimpse and feel it pulling through

If I follow it beyond these tracks

Maybe I won’t ever have to come back

Every morning doesn’t have to rhyme

I can step outside this moving line

If I miss my stop and let it go

Will I finally learn what I don’t know?

Cracks in the morning train, where the daylight slips

Cracks in the morning train, through the parted lips

Cracks in the morning train, tearing through my plan

Cracks in the morning train, where I learn to stand