Black Holes

I'm a man on a train, I've had a terrible day
I stared and examined the marks on my hands
Before gently starting to rub them away
I've forgotten how or why
But someone must have put them there
Yet all the while I didn't seem frightened or scared
Of their existence or that the rubbing was in vain

Look at me avoiding black holes
Black holes in broad daylight

I was just remembering my life all over again
It had to happen, my hands gave it away
Everything happens only once
Both a comfort and a curse
So I take the train downtown and be gone

Look at me avoiding black holes
Black holes in broad daylight
Look at me avoiding black holes
Black holes in broad daylight

And sometimes I fail to understand words
But an image does come to mind:
Everybody drops the ball at the same time

In broad daylight

Look at me avoiding black holes
Black holes in broad daylight