9 to 5.

Unhappiness fills my aching body.
I see the light, of the last train tonight.
I press my forehead against the window,
the subways lonely. Not a sound to break the silence.
I sit on the right at nine to five.

The trains full of stories
of lives, just like mine, just like yours.

The train at night gives you a feeling
of unhappiness and loneliness.

Untold stories fill the cold night sky.
I sit on the right at nine to five
and the trains empty, an empty soul.