[Verse] Steel bones hummin’ beneath my feet, Same old faces, different beats. Eyes like windows, cracked and dim, Holding worlds they didn’t tell the sky. I see the woman with the folded letter, Holding back a storm she won’t let settle. The kid with headphones, dreamin’ loud, While the city spins in silent crowd. [Pre-Chorus] We’re all just ghosts with names we hide, Lost in motion, but still ride. And even when the silence screams, We’re still here—still in the seams. [Chorus] We’re not broken, just a little bent— Trapped in motion, but we’re still sent. One breath away from something real, Even in the rush, I still feel. We’re not alone, though we pretend, Packed like matches—still can burn. Yeah, we’re not broken, just a little bent— We’re still the light that’s just ahead. [Verse] Man in the corner, jacket too thin, Talking to air, but eyes on the skin Of some old dream he can’t release. And me? I’m just another soul in this machine. But this train don’t stop, and I don’t want it to— Every station’s a chance to grow. Even if I whisper my thoughts to the wall, I’m still here, still standing on the fall. [Pre-Chorus] We’re all just ghosts with names we hide, Lost in motion, but still ride. And even when the silence screams, We’re still here—still in the seams. [Chorus] We’re not broken, just a little bent— Trapped in motion, but we’re still sent. One breath away from something real, Even in the rush, I still feel. We’re not alone, though we pretend, Packed like matches—still can burn. Yeah, we’re not broken, just a little bent— We’re still the light that’s just ahead. [Bridge] This train will shake us, split us, bend us tight, But we're not the wreckage—it’s not our fight. We carry quiet, we carry pride, In the hum, in the grind, in the sky. Every breath a claim: I made it through, Every face a ghost with something true. We don’t need the lights to shine, Just each other—just this line. [Chorus] We’re not broken, just a little bent— Trapped in motion, but we’re still sent. One breath away from something real, Even in the rush, I still feel. We’re not alone, though we pretend, Packed like matches—still can burn. Yeah, we’re not broken, just a little bent— We’re still the light that’s just ahead. [Outro] Still the light… Just ahead… Still here… Still breathing… Still… Ahead.