I'm a man on a train, I've had a terrible day I stared and examined the marks on my hands Before gently starting to rub them away I've forgotten how or why, But someone must have put them there Yet all the while I didn't seem frightened or scared Of their existence Or that the rubbing was in vain Look at me avoiding black holes in broad daylight I was just remembering my life all over again It had to happen, my hands gave it away Everything happens only once Both a comfort and a curse So I take the train downtown and be gone Look at me avoiding black holes in broad daylight And sometimes I fail to understand words But an image does come to mind: Everybody drops the ball at the same time