Even still, the fog remains
Even still, my stomach pulls the reigns
Now my head's full of idioms and sayings
So quiet come, oh, quiet come
I'm back here waiting
Even still, I'm moving on
Through what seems to be loops in the time I've seen gone
Even still, that catalytic whining of the train-line
Pulls me back to you
The fog remains in this old place
That must see me as an unfamiliar face
The handle turns itself
And a story I told is now creaking everyday
I knew a home
Even still, I knew a place
In how I've grown, there's ways I am the same
Even still, I wonder who I have replaced
Even still, my stomach pulls the reigns