Passengers

You and I, we share the quetest commute
Me and my umbrella and your silent moves
The bus is overcrowded, the trains were never built
Though it may never be the quickest, it’s the route I choose
I have nothing to do
I’ll sit and watch for you
As the rain collects another afternoon
The decay is nearly done
It’s the end of everyone
Leave your passtimes for your livingroom
You’re a growing presence in my ever shrinking universe
Coasting into squirrel hill I share it with you
I have so much to say
We’ve rambled on a winter’s worth of details
The snow I quantify
We’re adding up two lives
Too much of anything is wrong
Too much of anything is wrong
You’re the one that follows me for blocks
I have seen your face in the windows of cars
You’re the one that follows me for days
I have seen your shadow, it’s a lost cause
The neighborhood has closed
I stumble home, diamonds on the sidewalk
Another memory stoned
You won’t leave me alone
Too much of anything is wrong
Too much of anything is wrong