Thank You, Lord, For Sending Me the F Train

Thank You, Lord, For Sending Me the F Train - Mike Doughty

Written by：Mike Doughty

The dark is dropping like a spot

Of black ink squeezed into a glass of water

Now the crowds are thinning out

Into the light down in the subway station

Here this train speeds underground

This train speeds under the river

And I will drift back to the slope

Some face unlit there stuck into the incline

Where I will sleep off all the noise

The soot accumulated all my trials

Here this train speeds underground

This train speeds under the river

And I thank you lord almighty up above

Just for sending out the F train to me

So thankful for all the unspent love

That I save up in the jar of money

Your polaroid is on the wall

Stuck in the crack between

The door and door frame

Trapped in the middle of some laugh

Some drunken joke

Some friend of yours was telling

Here this train speeds underground

This train speeds under the river

And I thank you lord almighty up above

Just for sending out the F train to me

So thankful for all the unspent love

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money

That I save up in the jar of money