Nobody cares about the train driver
In a modern world where we look at each other like strangers.
Maybe we are strangers but what doesn't seem right is the empty eyes that look at you.
No emotion behind those
Looks of emptiness.
One is old to care, too old
Cant blame him if this is what life taught him
The younger ones just stare at the phones
Funny enough I'm writing in one
The young have so much to look forward to but no one tells them
They dont hear it enough
They left in a road with no direction
Maybe when they get old they feel the same as the old man next to me
Losing the spark everyday instead of gaining it
And you have the guys going to work
Tired as hell with headphones on and SLEEPING.
What's work without enthusiasm
Arent they just passing time to get closer to the old man
It's the end of the ride and I need to get off
I blame it all on us because we dont care about the train driver.