Uploaded November 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Whaddup my peeps! I hope everyone has been having a splendid year so far (:
This is one of the most important songs I've written to date. It's the story of when I went on the subway in NYC and had a very eye opening experience. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this song + story! As always, much love.
PS - for more updates and events, follow me on Instagram! I post there quite frequently
instagram.com/andrew_schur/?hl=en
Lyrics:
I think I took 1000 trips
$2.90 on my card was irrelevant
Couple grand on transit
Transient, nothing but a right of way
Until I took Psilocybin
Hopped on to the one train fantasizing
Saw man take a nap so terrifying
That he didn’t have a place to stay
Gray with glasses he was
Someone’s love and now he’s
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home
Stand clear of the closing doors
And don’t stand near the man with open sores
Even though he just needs a little Aquaphor
I assumed he must be deranged
But when I was tripping sack
I could finally see straight and was staring back
While he looked at me with an empty glass
Begging that I spare some change
I was petrified
‘Cause looking in his eyes
I could see his memories
He was just a kid
Looking scared to bits
Of the men like him who road the train
Gray with glasses he was
Someone’s love and now he’s
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home
Sonder on the subway
Oo, have you found yourself a god
It ain’t likely ‘cause this close to hell
They never like to watch
Now I enter
Eyes dilated I see it all
There’s no blinders
‘Cause the windows showing nothing but the wall
Gray with glasses he was
Someone’s love and now he’s
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home
Whaddup my peeps! I hope everyone has been having a splendid year so far (:
This is one of the most important songs I've written to date. It's the story of when I went on the subway in NYC and had a very eye opening experience. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this song + story! As always, much love.
PS - for more updates and events, follow me on Instagram! I post there quite frequently
instagram.com/andrew_schur/?hl=en
Lyrics:
I think I took 1000 trips
$2.90 on my card was irrelevant
Couple grand on transit
Transient, nothing but a right of way
Until I took Psilocybin
Hopped on to the one train fantasizing
Saw man take a nap so terrifying
That he didn’t have a place to stay
Gray with glasses he was
Someone’s love and now he’s
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home
Stand clear of the closing doors
And don’t stand near the man with open sores
Even though he just needs a little Aquaphor
I assumed he must be deranged
But when I was tripping sack
I could finally see straight and was staring back
While he looked at me with an empty glass
Begging that I spare some change
I was petrified
‘Cause looking in his eyes
I could see his memories
He was just a kid
Looking scared to bits
Of the men like him who road the train
Gray with glasses he was
Someone’s love and now he’s
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home
Sonder on the subway
Oo, have you found yourself a god
It ain’t likely ‘cause this close to hell
They never like to watch
Now I enter
Eyes dilated I see it all
There’s no blinders
‘Cause the windows showing nothing but the wall
Gray with glasses he was
Someone’s love and now he’s
Living loveless off your pity in his cup so tell me
On this Sunday will I
Will I ever get to know
How the love left on the one train never meant to be a home
