The Trains Don’t Keep Me Up Now

And I suppose love is built for the fortunate and the unfortunate
Depending on your perspective
He never had a problem with loneliness
He didn't see it as a problem
A problem with people
The only time he's not lonely is on his own
God bless [?]
We're all told people are extraordinary
Most of us will become Johns and doors
Yet we all get one moment to be something
Thеre will still be no parade
Thеre will still be no parade

The trains don't keep me up now
Nor the drugs or the creeps
The lawyers turned down
Now all that keeps me up is the loneliness
As the world got quieter and my thoughts got louder
I want to be left alone
Burrowed down under the snow like rabitts
Too much chatter, too much noise in my head
My fingers [?] crooked and pink
But I won't die
The resilience of an old man
To think I could've been something
Left taking on my gristle and spit