paul sandberg

Plays:

100

Story Behind the Song

my bestie used to live in San Franisco and the N. Judah rail line would roar by his home every fifteen minutes - wonder where everyone is going and what are they striving for? The rest is an almost slipstream of imagery and a bit of naval contemplation - what's it all mean... that's up to you.

Lyrics

The Metro line runs everywhere and nowhere just outside my door

so catch a ride if you're so inclined, there's so much here to explore

wheels click on down the track, metronome to curious rhythm
destination right ahead: next stop oblivion

kismet, random chance, ennui synchronized
life flies past my window, I'm looking out through unseeing eyes

I rolled the dice, roll away the stone
no sense of Rapture, just brittle bones
ascension's aborted, I'm coming home
next stop oblivion

I'm touched by madness you say
or is it a moment's clarity
either way - it's just a point of view
perception without perspective
so we hold out for happy endings
we're past the point of no return
next stop oblivion