Transit Blues
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA · Transit Blues 2016 · Track 11 of 11
Every morning, wake to the itch The alarm clock ticks Make some coffee, check the weather Do my best to keep it together
You can't feel the transit blues (You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)
Soon it will begin Soon it will begin I can't expect the world to comprehend The fits that I myself can't defend
Every afternoon Avoid traffic, but feel frantic My composure: a lost love letter Do my best to keep it together
You can't feel the transit blues (You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true) You can't feel the transit blues (You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)
I can hear the questions now Since journalism died somehow The shout proclaimed: "The poison praised!" They make my words an unmarked grave
You can't feel the transit blues You can't feel the transit blues (You can't feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)
Every evening I'll have a drink, start to feel better Do my best to keep it together