Subway

There's no sun and no starlight to shine on the rails
 The spray painted words of the prophets have failed
 Down in this tunnel there's no day or night
 Up above is it darkness or light
 It's all just a dream I wake up and I'm back
 Where the wheels of reality screech down the track
 The ride is the moment they're all waiting for
 Can't afford to beleive that there's more
 I can't kid myself into thinking there's more
 And he lives in the suburbs and he carries a phone
 I watch him arrive and I'll watch him go home
 He'll pitch me a quarter as he stops to chage lines
 He'd stay but he never has time
 Would he stay if he ever had time
 So hold my eye
 While the rest of the city flies by
 The tips and the tokens you left me today
 Are the price of my ride on the subway
 And I've seen drowning hobos and rich men who pass
 Reflected in fragments of Boston bound glass
 And I'll be Jimmie Rodgers, The Cure or The Who
 If it makes any difference to you
 Does it make any difference to you
 So hold my eye
 While the rest of the city flies by
 The tips and the tokens you left me today
 Are the price of my ride on the subway
 They're the price of my ride on the subway
 They're the price of my ride on the subway