كلمات From The Subway Train (Extended Version)

When August comes I don't count the days Transitory views From the subway train How strange When life unfolds this way In the driftless zone Sky's are prone to stay off-gray Clouds are omens too Fading at the rate Most pleasant memories do How fast the evening flies When you're drifting home Where the f train sees the sky Passing streets and rooms Several miles away From where I'll see you soon