One Way Ticket Home

Well it's 6:50 and a one way ticket home

Standing with Jeroen at the station by the smoking pole

And you can call it what you want call it what you will

But till this buzz wears off man I'm indestructible

The smell of coffee and cheap cologne

Suits and skirts staring at their cell phones

And I'm counting my blessings I ain't one of them

Fall into my seat as we pull out of the station