Standing at the station for the 4: 19
Waiting on a reason to leave
Seems like everybody knows so much more than me
Fields roll past my window frame
And I'm wondering how far I should go
Until one of these stations starts to feel like home
Cos in my head (In my head)
I drew a map (I drew a map)
Of I where I thought I'd be at
But why does life never turn out like that
Why does life never turn out like that
I fall asleep and in my dreams
I hear son you're at the end of the line
I hate to think all I do is waste my time
And I walk these streets alone at night
Looking for a reason to stay
But all I have are reasons to go away
But in my head (In my head)
I drew a map (I drew a map)
Of I where I thought I'd be at
But why does life never turn out like that
Why does life never turn out like that
I think about the other life
I could've had you if I tried
But would it've been a lie
But in my head (In my head)
I drew a map (I drew a map)
Of I where I thought I'd be at
But why does life never turn out like that
Why does life never turn out like that

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