Between Stops

Four stops left to make up my mind

The car is empty but the pressure is high

Another station sign, another yellow line

Do I step out or do I ride?

Leaning forward into the dark

Moving toward a brand new start

But I cannot trust

what I cannot see

(ooh, I cannot see) Doors slide open,

cold air rushes in

This neighborhood could be where we begin

Or just another place to lose the thread

I watch the platform fade instead

Leaning forward into the dark

Moving toward a brand new start

But I cannot trust what I cannot see

(ahhh, I cannot see) Next stop...

Is this mine?