Produced by Guillermo Subauste and Angela Saini
Mixed by Ian Bodzasi
Mastered by Joao Carvalho
Angela Saini - vocals, guitars, percussion
Francois Martin - guitars, lap steel
Jeff Scale - bass
David Sufrin-Disler - drums
Guillermo Subauste - keys, percussion
Written by Angela Saini and Rosanne Baker Thornley
LYRICS
Heading home, standing on the train
100 people trying to do the same
Just the same old every single day
All these feet and all these faces
On their way to different places
There’s a guy buried under all his tattoos
A man looking restless in a pin-striped suit
And a girl who keeps checking out her Italian shoes
It’s the same train that we’re all taking
And everyone’s got a destination
Everybody comes, everybody goes
Doors open right before they close
We don’t ever talk, even say hello
And there’s not anyone I know, but we’re holding the same handrail
Hey I’m standing right next to you
Where you from, what do you do
What you reading, where you heading to?
We may not have a conversation
Just stand real close till the next station - ‘cause
Everybody comes, everybody goes
Doors open right before they close
We don’t ever talk, even say hello
And there’s not anyone I know, but we’re holding the same handrail
Holding on, as we speed along
Holding on, together, together
Holding on, as we speed along
Together, together
Everybody comes, everybody goes
Doors open right before they close
We don’t ever talk, even say hello
And there’s not anyone I-know, but
Everybody comes, everybody goes
Doors open right before they close
We don’t ever talk, even say hello
And there’s not anyone I know, but we’re holding, but we’re holding the same handrail