There's something 'bout some people some of the time and I know them 'cause they are like me And every now and then they're losing touch They are waiting on some train that never comes and getting angry 'Cause the tunnel's falling back And the heat hangs on the rise The swarm is a closing pack And the station shrinks in size And they don't like it (shouldn't have to) but their life they just can't undo, so they'll touch whatever comes through. There's something 'bout some people some of the time and I know them 'cause they are like me And every now and then they take a hit And question why they're taking it Blowing dreams and reaping envy And they look for something more, but their tracks are still the same And the questions from before digging tunnels in their brain And they don't like it (shouldn't have to) but their life they just can't undo, so they take whatever comes through There's something 'bout some people some of the time and I know them 'cause they are like me And every now and then they catch a break Every hit they ever took at stake And for a moment, they could be happy 'Cause their train is coming in and their touch is back for sure, but the pain of when you win "isn't winning" anymore And they don't like it (shouldn't have to) but their life they just can't undo, and that train, they are attached to.