Bus tickets aligned on my table
I paint my kitchen, I sweep my floor
Somehow I'm still able
To walk out the door
A new wave of people at the station
Then the last time before
I remind myself to be patient
Before I'm out the door
I'll take the first train
Across the country
Pass the fields of nothing
I'll take the last train
Across the country
I'm coming home to nothing
I'm back in the rush of the city again
Driving two miles per hour tonight
I'll go home to a messy kitchen then
I'll phone you by dinner and call it a night
I'll take the first train
Across the country
Past the fields of nothing
I'll take the last train
Across the country
I'm once again home to nothing
