Текст песни Gather My Thoughts - Chris Cresswell

I dig a dollar out of my pockets
I need two more before the train gets here
I see the white, the red, the green lights glowing
In the distance

How come everybody really cares?
About getting old before they get there?
Burn your money, pluck your teeth, your hair
So you can live today by planning ahead

So I'll ride this train across town to
Gather my thoughts to comfort you
I'll take my time with these words
'Cause everybody's flying by with something
Something prove