Hazlett’s The First Train Home is a sonic paradox, where the serenity of acoustic guitar and ambient sounds clashes beautifully with the raw ache in Hazlett’s voice.
This juxtaposition isn’t just sonic; it’s a reflection of the song’s lyrical duality.
Hazlett isn’t just singing about heartbreak; he’s dissecting it. He’s grappling with the bittersweet realisation of being loved for who you are not, while yearning for that idealised reflection.
The plea in the chorus isn’t just a musical crescendo; it’s an emotional outburst, a desperate desire to be seen and understood.
Yet, there’s a certain acceptance woven into the song’s fabric.
Hazlett sings about running away with worn-out shoes and pushing loved ones away, but there’s no self-pity.
Instead, there’s a weary resignation, a recognition of one’s flaws and the cycles they create.
The First Train Home isn’t a song for those seeking comfort or escape.
It’s for those who want to sit with their discomfort and examine the tangled mess of love, longing, and self-doubt.
It’s a raw, unfiltered exploration of the human heart, set to a haunting melody, offering a visceral and cathartic experience.
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Hazlett The First Train Home Lyrics
Sell all my memory
Cause I’d rather be sad
I heard the ghosts
Say they want to come back
Too tired of waitin
Take the first train home
We all wanna sleep
Till we start to feel old
Slow to my feelings
Either smoke or I stay
The same dirty shoes
Used for running away
You think it’s funny
And that’s making me mad
But that night
Was the worst that I had
And I wish you could see how I see ya
It’s too sad you won’t get to meet her
Gimme bad luck and a broken mirror
Cause I’ve never been a big believer
We joke around
That we’re gonna get stoned
I’m nobody’s problem
If I never go home
Can you come on over
And just fill up the space
Then I’ll say I’m sorry
When I push you away
And I wish you could see how I see ya
It’s too sad you won’t get to meet her
Gimme bad luck and a broken mirror
Cause I’ve never been a big believer
