On the Train Ride Home

Waiting down at the station I don't remember I think it was late then Standing, always so quiet We're like elevators Filled up with strangers No sound, no Hallelujahs Still I was praying on the train ride home That I can get the things I want I can get the things I want Just give me what I need Our words fill up the pages Fill up the days with Songs for the ages Still those vows that we all speak We break them like concrete And just make our words cheap I want someone to grow with Songs I can sing to And a family to cling to But if I can't get the things I want If I can't get the things I want Just give me what I need Just give me what I need --- On the Train Ride Home - The Paper Kites