Train to Soho

Spent my last twenty on a train ticket home Feeling half empty at nineteen years old Unlike my bags they're packed full to the brim And it rained before I got on so now they're soaking I feel uneasy, don't know where I'll end up So I buy a tea, drink it and stare right into the cup I try and read the leaves but it doesn't give me much My future's unclear but the train doors just slammed shut Only have a backpack and a suitcase It's the wrong time and the wrong place And I think that this headspace Is something that I need to escape Had a feeling this wouldn't go my way Now I'm feeling like I don't know my way Or where I should go, hit a new low Crying on a train to Soho Open a window, hit a new low Crying on a train to Soho This guy comes to me and asks if I want to talk So I offload and he gets off at the next stop I switch my seat and then ignore everyone Never been good at small talk Never found it much fun Only have a backpack and a suitcase It's the wrong time and the wrong place And I think that this headspace Is something that I need to escape Had a feeling this wouldn't go my way Now I'm feeling like I don't know my way Or where I should go, hit a new low Crying on a train to Soho Open a window, hit a new low Crying on a train to Soho Been on this train for what seems like hours Counting electricity towers Now my phone has got no power Where do I go from here Been on this train for what seems like hours Counting electricity towers Now my phone has got no power Where do I go from here Had a feeling this wouldn't go my way Now I'm feeling like I don't know my way Or where I should go, hit a new low Crying on a train to Soho Open a window, hit a new low Crying on a train to Soho