Lyrics

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