Borrowed Jacket, Last Train

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Welcome

Welcome

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Borrowed jacket on my shoulders

Still smells like somebody else's death

Late train rattling through the dark

Got my thoughts in a paper tray

City lights blur past the glass

I watch my reflection fall behind

One hand in the pocket for a ticket stuck

One hand tryna calm my mind, yeah

I left with nothing but a promise and a heavy head full of stacks

Now the car is half asleep and the silence feels automatic

Sneakers on the floor, tired eyes trapped

Beat in the chest like rain

Everybody's got a place to go

I got this metal lane, yeah

Borrowed jacket, late train home

Cold on my skin, but I move alone

Streetlight flicker, window glow

I'm not lost, just taking it slow

Borrowed jacket, late-train home

Heart on mute and the night too long

If I make it back by the break of dawn

I'll leave the way where it came from

Conductor call fades out soft like a warning, I already knew

I've been carrying other people's days in a coat that ain't mine to wear through

Fall, marry, die, no applause

Just a hum and a clank of steel

Thinking how the same old route can still

Make a different wound feel real

But the track keeps running straight

Learned from the pull of the line

Why every exit needs a crowd

Not every scar needs a sign

When the station comes alive

I step out with a chill and a shake

Borrowed jacket, empty pocket

Still I got what I need to take, yeah

Yeah, borrowed jacket, empty pocket

Still I've got what I need to take

Yeah, ah, ah, ah

Yeah, ah, ah, ah