Don't Fall Asleep on the Subway
Navigating Life's Crossroads: Less Than Jake's Subway Symphony
Lyrics
I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right
I reminisce about our plans when the wind evokes memories.
And I'm so sick of wanting all the things I'm haunted by
Feeling tired of desiring things haunted by the past.
My sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another year
Expressing sympathy for enduring jokes and their survival.
I wonder where I'm going from where I'm at I wonder why I'm still here.
Reflecting on uncertainty about the future and questioning existence.
The writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't
The graffiti on subway walls reinforces why your words no longer comfort me.
Console me anymore while I'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor.
Unable to find solace while lying awake on the bedroom floor.
I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here this is my last chance to disappear.
Feeling fortunate to escape and viewing it as the last opportunity to disappear.
I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here, I think I may freeze on the last
Reiterating the feeling of luck and the impending departure, with a mention of potential freezing.
Days of summertime. the local papers always opened up to obituaries
Observing local newspapers with a focus on obituaries and engagements.
And engagements cause I keep track of all the fresh starts and he dying famous
Tracking fresh starts and famous deaths, acknowledging life changes.
And there's a halo of second-hand smoke underneath the summer stars
Describing a scene under summer stars with second-hand smoke and nostalgic conversations.
Along with conversations we had on this subway car. the writing on the subway
Recalling past conversations on a subway car, emphasizing their importance.
Walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while I'm lying
Repeating the impact of subway wall writings on the inability to find comfort.
Wide awake on my bedroom floor. I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here
Expressing gratitude for being the "lucky one" and the chance to leave.
This is my last chance to disappear, I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here,
Reiterating the sense of luck and the final opportunity to disappear.
I think I may freeze on the last days of summertime. remember when, when you said,
Recalling a moment when someone encouraged taking words and using them freely.
You said take these words and do what you want with them. the writing on the subway
Highlighting the impact of subway wall writings on diminishing the comforting power of words.
Walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore, while I'm lying wide awake
Reiterating the struggle to find solace while lying awake on the bedroom floor.
On my bedroom floor. I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here this is my last
Expressing gratitude again for the opportunity to escape and disappear.
Chance to disappear. I'm the lucky one, i;m getting out of here, I think
Repeating the sense of luck and the impending departure, with a hint of potential freezing.
I may freeze on the last days of summertime.
Anticipating a potential freezing experience on the last days of summertime.
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