Standing at the station for the 4: 19 Waiting on a reason to leave Seems like everybody knows so much more than me Fields roll past my window frame And I'm wondering how far I should go Until one of these stations starts to feel like home Cos in my head (In my head) I drew a map (I drew a map) Of I where I thought I'd be at But why does life never turn out like that Why does life never turn out like that I fall asleep and in my dreams I hear son you're at the end of the line I hate to think all I do is waste my time And I walk these streets alone at night Looking for a reason to stay But all I have are reasons to go away But in my head (In my head) I drew a map (I drew a map) Of I where I thought I'd be at But why does life never turn out like that Why does life never turn out like that I think about the other life I could've had you if I tried But would it've been a lie But in my head (In my head) I drew a map (I drew a map) Of I where I thought I'd be at But why does life never turn out like that Why does life never turn out like that