Platform humming low Coffee going cold Worn steel bench on the eight-fifteen Faces blur like a movie screen Suit and tie with a thousand-yard stare Girl strumming chords with no fare Where's everybody running to Same as me, just passing through Wouldn't trade a day This is who I am Storms that fade away Part of the plan Watch the whole world spin Right where I stand Wouldn't trade a day Wouldn't change my hand Bodies pushing through the turnstile, Stranger hands me a tired half-smile Lost a gig but I found a friend Broke and laughing, gonna mend Could've cracked but I'm holding on Down today, back up by dawn Wouldn't trade a day This is who I am Storms that fade away Part of the plan Watch the whole world spin Right where I stand Wouldn't trade a day Wouldn't change my hand Maybe their road runs smoother than mine Maybe they're chasing the same red line Different trains but we all gotta ride Same hope keeping us all alive Wouldn't trade a day, This is who I am Storms that fade away Part of the plan Watch the whole world spin Right where I stand Wouldn't trade a day Wouldn't change my hand Platform humming low This is home, I know © 2026 Synkov LLC. All rights reserved.
