Missed The Train

My life passes before me like a movie on a screen I can't help but questioning and asking if it's real Is truth a thing I can hold in my hand? Or just an idea I should understand? The crowd of faces they turn into a blur My mind is racing, my head starts to hurt. All the colours and shapes They seem to collide As I'm desperately trying, trying to decide. But I missed the train, late again The carousel is slowing down All the music sounds the same But I missed the train, late again The carousel is slowing down All the music sounds the same, it sounds the same Well I meet so many people from all over the world with stories to be written and stories to be told stories can teach us the things we don't know stories can help us all to grow we all have things we can teach each other under the stars and sitting by the fire. But I missed the train, late again The carousel is slowing down All the music sounds the same. But I missed the train, late again The carousel is slowing down All the music sounds the same. But it feels I've got so far to go, And it feels I've got so much to learn. But it feels I've got so far to go, And it feels I've got so much to learn. But I missed the train, late again The carousel is slowing down All the music sounds the same But I missed the train, late again The carousel is slowing down All the music sounds the same, it sounds the same Missed the train, late again The carousel is slowing down. --- Missed the Train - Andrea Soler