Indications

I know that it's possible that you're back in the hospital

And your phone's out of juice and that's why you couldn't respond

I disappear into songs while I wait for the train

And I sing to myself and find ways to spend all my change

Turns out these big black cars aren't really so fancy

There's smoke in the seats and the drivers, they get so enraged

I'm sure that wherever it is that you are isn't lonely

But I'm hoping it's safe