The King

Riding trains around all these people I'd never met, and most certainly never see again. Stories, written across their faces. Perhaps some had seen more than their fair share of hardship. Others, who'd loved and lost. People who maybe lived in regret, in yesteryear, or maybe just lived for the simple chore of existing.
People like you and I.

Music by Hard Fi.



"In this town, I used to be the king here
now I don't mean a thing here...
Where did it all go wrong?"