Destination: Ingenstans [English translation]

In a commuter train coach

Empty, save for myself

Quiet, save for the humming

I sit and look at myself

In the pitch black window

It's past midnight

And the defeat is a fact

While the street lights fly by outside

I curse them, one by one

The train trundles on

Back to the domain of losses

Back to the mortifying silence of disappointment

Back home, destination nowhere

What am I doing wrong?