“I guess I should have known better.
Everything’s become subjective.
And we’re always changing our perspective of what’s right.

And I’m caught between the color schemes of black and white.
And I know that it’s not right
It’s not right

Because it seems that all the places worth staying have been claimed.
And all of the claims, they have been staked.
So who am I to grade you?
And who am I to write?

Seek, try and all you’ll find is
Seek, try and all you’ll find is

They say when it rains, that it pours.
When a window it closes, it opens up a door.

And I’m caught between the color schemes of black and white.
And I know that it’s not right
It’s not right

Because it seems that all the places worth staying have been claimed.
And all of the claims, they have been staked.

So who am I to grade you?
And who am I to write?
Seek, try and all you’ll find is
Seek, try and all you’ll find is

The answer comes in time.
That’s just the story of my life.

That’s just the story of my life.
I don’t want anything from anyone anymore.
I don’t want anything from anyone anymore.

Because it seems that all the places worth staying have been claimed.
And all of the claims, they have been staked.
So who am I to grade you?
And who am I to write?
Seek, try and all you’ll find is
Seek, try and all you’ll find is….

That’s just the story of my life.
I don’t want anything from anyone anymore.

~The Answer Comes in Time, 
Transit, Listen & Forgive
Pretty much sums it up.
Not much else to say on this one other than Transit is great, this song is cemented in my head, and I love it when pop punk bands pull off multiple vocal parts like this.
Joe Boynton has more than a hint of fighter in his Boston-bred pipes. In true emo-bred, pop punk form, this song manages to encapsulate defeat without being too sad to listen to. The wordplay is excellent and the metaphors are unpretentious (stay/stakes/claimed). The melody, suspended pre-chorus breaks and gang vocal ending are punk enough to turn a line like “I don’t want anything from anyone anymore” from a potentially whiny emo refrain into a kiss-off to the world.
Wherever a band like Transit fits in scenes and trends doesn’t matter when they’ve got frustration on their side. Once you learn how to translate that frustration into your art, it’s going to show, and for the better.