L Train

Are the words by an old photograph

'Rustic old doors made by a million years'

Waiting for the train around sunset

Find a frenzy like no one caresWaiting for a plan to fall

Satellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moon

Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg

Waiting for a plan to fall

Satellite voice gets lost and bounces away to the moon

Be there soon on the L train to WilliamsburgPassing by an old guitar factory

Walking shelves of dreams to refer

Realize, though see trains see unfamiliar

The working class on timeEveryone speaks their own movie

Making dialog in designer pints

Take to the forgotten places

For the real world contract, a year of surprise