I was just about to walk out the house and I catch the food smokin
usually I don't forget. So I grab the towel and I wave the smoke around
I tie my shoes and I try to leave the house
And when I find the keys I close the door
And then I get outside. There's a man
He's walking up and down the platform
Up and down up and down
up and down the platform bla bla
waiting for the 12 o'clock train
I wonder what he's thinking about
and so does everybody else
but nobody wants to ask
so we all stay quiet
A truly stunning album that mentally transports you to foggy early morning streets, the pavement wet from recent rains. Dreary, but in a comforting way. Like sitting next to a window during a rainstorm, listening to the drops hit the glass while remaining warm. Never fails to make me feel safe. Crow Yo