Alternate version of "Be apart" track "Glass Stations", in retrospect, probably should have been the one on the album. Jeff Chapin on drums.
Lyrics
Glass Stations.
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
Damn, if life ain’t one big circle.
I buried my mind in a smoky pillow.
Walking around in a fucking trance.
Cold sweat, good morning, one more dance.
I almost feel like a real person,
looking thru the glass at the sunny station.
I can almost see some sort of relation
between me and those people on the street.
Here aboard my painted perspective
surrounded by snapshots, friends in frames.
No conversation, a bit unconnected.
I bet I could almost name their names.
Glass stations.
Glass stations.
Glass stations.
It's been two long years and twenty four hours,
living in a room without a lease.
Two failed loves, no dependents,
I really have nothing left to say, except
Damn, if life ain't one big circle.
I buried my mind in a smoky pillow.
Walking around in a fucking trance.
Cold sweat, good morning, one more dance.
Glass stations.
Glass stations.
Glass stations.
