| Pretty face tryna chase the train |
| And I could look the other way but it still won’t erase the pain |
| And I pray that she stay the same, amazing grace |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Just another reflection in the window |
| Watching the trees pass by the tempo |
| Got a round trip ticket out to limbo |
| And I’m getting close to my kinfolk |
| I’m sorry that you didn’t get the memo |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Water run and burn bridges |
| Always on the road tryna earn a living |
| I remember when I bought my first ticket |
| I’ve been going, haven’t turned back since then |
| This return day must be a misprint |
| Made a wrong turn now I’m long distance |
| And I miss them |
| Otra cuidad, otra vida, otra, otra cuidad, ah, oh, oh, oh |
| I try to write but every sentence is a run on |
| I try to text you but I don’t get reception in this tunnel |
| Vision, visit only for a minute |
| I’m getting off track but the world’s still spinning |
| You can see the smoke in the distance, it billows |
| Roll up my sweatshirt, turn it into a pillow, aye |
| I got a polaroid camera so I don’t forget where I travel |
| I got a couple rolls of film I’ll get developed when I get back to Seattle |
| I told momma that I’d call her, talked for a couple minutes |
| But I didn’t |
| I miss my brother, feel disconnected |
| Wanted to stay, wanted to catch the next one |
| I wanted to talk just me and him |
| Because I had some things I felt I had to tell him |
| When you’re always running, tryna make a connection |
| It’s almost impossible to stay connected |
| When you get on this train after standinG in the rain |
| You’d be crazy to ask her |
| And give your seat to the next one, nah |
| I’ma ride this shit till the wheels fall off |
| The conductor screams out all aboard last call |
| The city as you pass on, the city as you pass on |
| Otra cuidad, otra vida, otra, otra cuidad, ah, oh, oh, oh |