david usher, f train

[maribou]

(I'm not cutting this for you, people who complain about lj-cuts. Usually I pay more attention to the ones complaining about a lack thereof. So of course, when I don't cut something, it's something completely self-indulgent and lacking in original content, if not in emotional weight. Contrary? Moi?)

traveled on the f train down
the people-pressing crowd
they start to fade like footprints worn away
only stop and still i'm waiting
a thousand faces look the same
every one a thousand different names
they come on two by two
people fade as people do

came here of my own volition
could be a fine decision
could be
we may still get by
we may still get by

walk me down on avenue a
the coffee shops the sweet cachet
your thoughts and words and laughter gone
neverending stream of what you've
known so long and long enough
don't think so hard just smoke your cigarette
and fade off into blue
'cause people fade as people always do

consequence comes crashing in
the scars and scrapes and scratches oh
the memories died so long ago
time is up but still i'm waiting
come here of my own volition
could be my decision
could be
we may still get by
we may still get by
we may still get by
we may still get by
we may still get by