Down in the liminal late-night station
I scan the names of trains, looking for my destination
A place I always travel, but I never stay
Because trains are just like people, always pulling, pulling away
And I wonder if you think about me the same way I think about you
Obsessively, unhealthily
Shamefully, stealthily
Stand back, the doors are closing, you don't want to be left behind
Locked out, hands tied
Access denied
I'm watching all the passengers as the train car rolls along
Each one a separate strand, a grace note in a song
I wish I were Scott Bakula leaping into heads
Trying out new lives, tasting unfamiliar regrets
And I wonder if you think about me the same way I think about you
Probably not, but I'll never know
You walked away long ago
Stand back, the doors are closing, you don't want to be left behind
Locked out, hands tied
Access denied
Is there more than this?
Will this feeling ever end?
Is there more than this?
Will I always be the same?
Is there more than this?
Will I ever love again?
Is there more than this?
Tell me
And I wonder if you think about me the same way I think about you
Obsessively, unhealthily
Shamefully, stealthily
Stand back, the doors are closing, you don't want to be left behind
Locked out, hands tied
Access denied
Access denied
Access denied
Access denied
Access denied
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020
These tracks are straightforward and concise, never relying on gauzy metaphors to complicate her declarations of love. Bandcamp Album of the Day Dec 20, 2017