There’s something ‘bout some people some of the time

and I know them ‘cause they are like me

And every now and then they’re losing touch

They are waiting on some train that never comes and getting angry

‘Cause the tunnel’s falling back

And the heat hangs on the rise

The swarm is a closing pack

And the station shrinks in size

And they don’t like it (shouldn’t have to)

but their life they just can’t undo,

so they’ll touch whatever comes through.



There’s something ‘bout some people some of the time

and I know them ‘cause they are like me

And every now and then they take a hit

And question why they’re taking it

Blowing dreams and reaping envy

And they look for something more, but their tracks are still the same

And the questions from before digging tunnels in their brain

And they don’t like it (shouldn’t have to)

but their life they just can’t undo,

so they take whatever comes through



There’s something ‘bout some people some of the time

and I know them ‘cause they are like me

And every now and then they catch a break

Every hit they ever took at stake

And for a moment, they could be happy

‘Cause their train is coming in

and their touch is back for sure,

but the pain of when you win

"isn’t winning" anymore

And they don’t like it (shouldn’t have to)

but their life they just can’t undo,

and their train, they are attached to.

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