Testo The Story So Far – Outbound

On an outbound train surrounded by strangers
I wonder just where they'll go
As the world flies by right outside my window
I see the birds in the sky with nowhere else to be

As our train car derails and rolls into the ocean
I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing about these
Cold-hearted towns and the distance between everyone here And everything

As the world flies by outside of my window
I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing

When compassion is dead we'll drown ourselves
In a sea of paper that glitters like gold

Some say that hate, that it speaks in whispers
But I can hear, but I can hear
Some say that hate, that it speaks in whispers
But I can hear their curdling screams

And as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean
I'll be honest, I'll be honest about everything About everything

As the world flies by outside of my window
I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing
As the world flies by outside of my window
I'll be honest, I'll be honest about everything

With the exception of a few familiar faces
This place will, this place will never feel like home
So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye
This place will, this place will never feel like home to me
So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye
This place will, this place will never feel like home to me
So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye
This place will, this place will never feel like home to me