Song Description

Pop Song

Lyrics

In a regular town,
on a regular day
everything changes,
nothing stays the same
at least we can count on
our old set ways
as smoke moves across the room

this is the sound the matchbook made, the fireplace burned
as the the band did play
pushing black clouds form
a rainy day and everyone wants
to stay home
but nobody wants to be alone

i wouldn't mind
if i saw it coming every time
like a train rolling down the line
its another piece of string
that i can't unwind

to get so attached to a pile of ash
seems like a waste i things i lack
the cars only move on a one way track
but something keeps bringing me back
to think i could go in so many
ways, to think i could spoil the rest of my days,
another insult marks up this page
its spreading across the room
i hope you can feel it too

i wouldn't mind
if i saw it coming every time
like a train rolling down the line
its another piece of string
that i can't unwind