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