Your Stop

Imagine you get on a train.

Click-clack. Click-clack.

When, oh when, is your stop?

Click-clack. Click-clack.

You know in a moment

(That awful component)

That someone else will reach their stop.

Click-clack. Click-clack.

You wait and you wait for your turn.

Click-clack. Click-clack.

When, oh when, is your stop?

Click-clack. Click-clack.

The world out the window

(Here, your thoughts crescendo)

Races, but will it ever stop?

Click-clack. Click-clack.

You've sat on this train for a while

Click-clack. Click-clack.

When, oh when, is your stop?

Click-clack. Click-clack.

It's not your fault at all

(And you can't help but fall)

That you can never find your stop.

Click-clack. Click-clack.

One day you'll arrive at a stop.

Click-clack. Click-clack.

Is this, oh this, your stop?

Click-clack. Click-clack.

But you'll know at a glance

(This new song, this new dance)

That this, yes this, is finally

your stop.

Click-clack. Click...