Thank You, Lord, For Sending Me The F Train

Yeah The dark is dropping like a spot Of black ink squeezed into a gla*s of water And now the crowds are thinning out Into the light down in the subway station Here this train speeds underground This train speeds under the river And I will drift back to the slope Some face unlit there, stuck into the incline Where I will sleep off all the noise The soot accumulated all my trials Here this train speeds underground This train speeds under the river And I thank you Lord Almighty up above Just for sending out the F train to me So thankful for all the unspent love That I save up in the jar of money Your Polaroid is on the wall Stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame Trapped in the middle of some laugh Some drunken joke some friend of Yours was telling Here this train speeds underground This train speeds under the river And I thank you Lord Almighty up above Just for sending out the F train to me So thankful for all the unspent love That I save up in the jar of money That I save up in the jar of money That I save up in the jar of money That I save up in the jar of money That I save up in the jar of money That I save up in the jar of money