Traincar Trinket

(humm-mmm) Late train window, passing cold glass

Your name on my wrist,

a heavy little brass

I shouldn't look, but the silver catches light

Just an initial on a quiet night

Oh, I almost turn it up

Past the polite line (mmm)

Holding onto what was never mine

Headphones tight

to block the engine roar

Wondering who you bought this metal for

One letter silver,

shining in the gray

Collector of the things you threw away

Oh,

I almost turn it up

Past the polite line (mmm)

Holding onto what was never mine

Silver initial... on the late train... (humm-mmm)