Not exactly sure where this one comes from, aside from the "instrumental hook" challenge. I think the lyrics stem partly from a book called "Thank You for Being Late." The opening pages talk about the fast-paced nature of our world today and the importance of cherishing little quiet moments. Sometimes it's hiccups with scheduling (like having to wait for someone because they're late for a meeting) that give us those moments.
Tripping my way down the platform stairs
For a train that isn’t even there,
Left me standing empty-handed
With an overtired, empty stare.
Feels so strange and I feel unwell,
Why I feel that way, it’s hard to tell.
Cause I never take the time
To spend a moment with myself.
Baby ain’t it just a little bit alright,
To be stuck here in the middle
With nothing left on either side?
Doesn’t it feel good to take a little time?
To take a breather in the middle
With nothing left on either side.
I examined my shoes and the marble floor,
Took a minute to get a little bored,
Measured my breath and then
The minute left me wanting more.
Well, it’s in the water, it’s in the air,
And sometimes it’s tangled in my hair.
I’ll wait for the moment
And hope the train just isn’t there.