Looking around I see the faces of broken men
bore into the dredge of life
on a train going nowhere and nowhere too go
sitting waiting for the next stop
a life thats broken
broken of will

a shout goes out its their number up
time to move on now
make room for another drudge
I see in their eyes a look understood
a nod of acceptence
a mirrored tip
my life on the train now ..
time to get off