Subway Song

Subway cars full of blank faces and a hundred really dumb stories for each one
Step in, rush for the open seats
I stand, you sit- not next to me
I hope, I look at you
You don't look at me

You're late for work and life it feels for the whole ride
This thing is turning on on invisible tides
You keep your arms at your side
Mosaic tiles speak not to you, they're from some other century
[?] New York City
The story's old your money goes to where you can't remember
Close your eyes as you stand in line forever

A pleading voice goes through the car
Saying [?] like a speech without real [?]
"I lost my job and I lost my woman
Can anyone spare a dime for a brother who is homeless?
Think you are too good? Nobody is too good."
Only the eyes they look away
And their clenched pockets they betray
This couldn't be just, just one paycheck away?
Nobody is too good, certainly not today
And we descend [?] in the distance
And learn nothing from the path of least resistance
The city's old, your money goes to where you can't remember
Close your eyes and stand in line forever and ever

Subway cars full of blank faces and a hundred dumb stories for each one
Reflected in the window [?] watching the slide
And [?] time, the stops fly by
Story's old your money goes to where you can't remember
Close your eyes too long you'll stand here forever
Mosaic tiles don't speak to you they're from some other century
And all the cities made to run beneath your city
The money's old your story goes to where you don't remember
You close your eyes too long you're standing forever
And you stare off at a point into the distance
And learn nothing from the path of least resistance