Stationary

Thursday night, sitting
In the last last train
I just cannot even think
About next next year
Cause it's getting close
And I cannot begin to feign
That I'm ready to go get a job
It's so unclear

Maybe if I close my eyes
The burden will evaporate like
Steam escaping prison in a kettle
But I know that all of that is just
A fantasy I tell myself to keep
Me from exploiting my own mettle

I lose myself in absolute delirium
And ask myself
What am I gonna do when
I get out of here?
Everybody seems to have
A plan and I keep wondering
Will I ever be at peace
Or just feel st-stationary?

My train is stuck because of heavy snow
And the weatherman did
Not include that in his show
But it's all on me, cause all
I see is thunderclouds
I cannot be spared from this
I miss the cheering crowds

Maybe if I close my eyes
The burden will evaporate like
Steam escaping prison in a kettle
But I know that all of that is just
A fantasy I tell myself to keep me
From exploiting my own mettle

I lose myself in absolute delirium
And ask myself
What am I gonna do when
I get out of here?
Everybody seems to have
A plan and I keep wondering
Will I ever be at peace
Or just feel st-stationary?

Stationary strolling through
The station oh
Stationary stony-station stiffness no
Stationary strolling
Through the station oh
Stationary stony-station stiffness no, no