Rapid Transit

The age shows on her face It's a shame You've lost all grace The way she moves her fingers thru her flowing mane And talks about the world as if she's on a plane She can't be bothered with the mere frivolity That makes her late or worse appear she's off her game Is it true, what they're saying about you These lines, these god damn lines You can't hide, you can't deny I couldn't match the feelings with the ones she's got Or convince her that the world is more than subtle plots The more I talked the less she heard about the game That It doesn't matter where you hide yourself away Is it true, what they're saying about you The train sped on its way Through the townships of no acclaim With no conductor now the rolling stock is lost behind Yet the wheels keep upon the track in double time You touch the glass and can't recall who'd you offend The railway will never be the same again Is it true, what they're saying about you