enough to get by

listening, listening, and every hand is framed, that gang of hours, still call themselves a day. call it shades and subtleties, enraged, grey generalities, whatever, 'cause i'll still call it plain, i'd like to get enough to get by, string along and wave goodbye, a train will lull any soul to sleep. you'll wake to find you're still alone, with every lie you know. come with me and waste another hour.