Transit Blues - The Devil Wears Prada

Every morning, wake to the itch

The alarm clock ticks

Make some coffee, check the weather

Do my best to keep it together

You can’t feel the transit blues

(You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)

Soon it will begin

Soon it will begin

I can’t expect the world to comprehend

The fits that I myself can’t defend

Every afternoon

Avoid traffic, but feel frantic

My composure: a lost love letter

Do my best to keep it together

You can’t feel the transit blues

(You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)

You can’t feel the transit blues

(You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)

I can hear the questions now

Since journalism died somehow

The shout proclaimed: «The poison praised!»

They make my words an unmarked grave

You can’t feel the transit blues

You can’t feel the transit blues

(You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)

Every evening I’ll have a drink, start to feel better

Do my best to keep it together