The Train

The last train on Monday night.
The first train on Saturday morning.

I used to think I'd become somebody.
But here I am, still nobody, riding the same old trains.

Restlessness, self-loathing, and hope without a reason.

All those messy emotions of being young, set against a groove-driven blend of jazz-funk and alternative rock, with punchy slap bass and razor-sharp guitar rhythms.

It's not like I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

But the trains keep running, and tomorrow shows up whether I want it to or not.

That's what this song is about.