The “L” Train to “High Street”

The day's colors never seemed so bright
As when I look at them through shades of night

I can't recall
How or when I got here
All I can tell you
I don't care
Puff puff pass

Go a few cars back there's a man with a briefcase
Got bags of fun you've been looking for all night
Trade green for green, just don't look him in the face
A couple bills gotcha feeling alright

As it hits my chest it soothes my soul

I saw the red in the eyes of the conductor
I caught the scent and I haven't left yet
Out of the tunnel regain visual
I see myself in shades of grey and green
From a window where the clouds escape
I felt the air and remembered the taste
Chapped lips and bloodshot stares
Everyone is listening but nobody cares

There are no limits on this ride
All aboard the train to the sky