Thank You Lord, For Sending Me The F Train

Yeah

The dark is dropping like a spot

Of black ink squeezed into a glass 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