Sad sack

On a crowded bus
That heads downtown
By the coffee shop
Where my friends hang out

The air is freezing
Legs are shaking cold

(Ah, ah, ah)

I sip my drink alone
But my coffee's cold
Against the window
You see it start to snow

The weather here will always be the same

(Ah, ah, ah)

We can look at pictures
Through a camera lens
Who needs moderation
When it's common sense?

(Ah, ah, ah)

You heard me exhale
Like a tree in fall
You're a lonesome soul now
With a missing heart