Transit Blues

Every morning, wake to the itch
The alarm clock ticks
Make some coffee, check the weather
Do my best to keep it together

(You can't feel the transit blues)
You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true

Soon it will begin, soon it will begin
I can’t expect the world to comprehend the fits that I myself can’t defend

Every afternoon, avoid traffic, but feel frantic
My composure: A lost love letter
Do my best to keep it together

(You can't feel the transit blues)
You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true
(You can't feel the transit blues)
You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true

I can hear the questions now since journalism died somehow
The shout proclaimed: The poison praised
They make my words an unmarked grave

(You can't feel the transit blues)
(You can't feel the transit blues)
You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true

Every evening I’ll have a drink, start to feel better
Do my best to keep it together