On The Train Ride Home
Sam Bentley
Waiting down at the station
I don’t remember
I think it was late then
Standing, always so quiet
We’re like elevators
Filled up with strangers
No sound, no Hallelujahs
Still I was praying on the train ride home
If I can't get the things I want
If I can't get the things I want
Just give me what I need
Our words fill up the pages
Fill up the days with
Songs for the ages
Still those browse and we all speak
We break down like concrete
And just make our words cheap
I want someone to grow with
Songs I can sing to
And a family to cling to
But if I can't get the things I want
If I can't get the things I want
Just give me what I need
Just give me what I need