Somewhere stands a Foosball table in an unnamed place where for months I’ve had my butt handed to me by an unnamed person, but right now the Foosball table is lonely and I imagine, for at least for the rest of today it will continue to be. You see, there will be no more games today. For I AM…

VICTORIOUS!

Tracks on fire
I’m on my way home to you
The windows flashing with scenes I’m having of pasts come true

I’m alone
Just for a while and it’s all framing me
‘Cause I’m in the middle of two points that are reaching on out to me

‘Cause I’m moving fast through
Through the underbelly on route
And sometimes it’s all we have
Sometimes we want
Sometimes we get
A break with trains

Platforms pass
and I’m not sure I’m alive
Telephone wires, bridges and river lows all seem to drive

One clean line
Am  I stuck in an undertow or the ride
Feeling the gravity and letting it have at me, won’t let it slide

‘Cause I’m moving fast through
Through the underbelly on route
And sometimes it’s all we have
Sometimes we want
Sometimes we get
A break with trains