Transit Please Head North
After tonight,
I just can't be alone
driving home beneath the stoplights
They’re holding me in suspense.
but that's just the way it is I guess
For those of us who move too fast
and I wish that I could say
That I'm wishing you the best
(But I can’t, but I can't.)
So I’ll write it out on paper
to remember every word
For everything I’ve lost and found
inside of every verse
These are my directions to you:
Please, head north.
Voices scream inside of me.
Well, “Maybe I’m just cursed.”
(Just like they say),
maybe I’m just cursed.
I’m always hoping for the best
Maybe I’m just cursed.
I’m always hoping for the best
Preparing for the worst
So please, head north.
Maybe I was right,
maybe I was wrong
I just can’t write another one
of these summer songs
Oh please
not another sad, sad song,
You’ll find me hanging on every word
(on every word)
It kills you to know
this world, it owes you nothing.
So just forget what you’re expecting
You’ll find half what you deserve.
